Life is ******
Everything is ******
**** this life.
I'm only here for her, even if all I ever do is cause her strife.
**** all of it,
I'm tired of this ****
Does she even need me?
Should I leave her be?
After all, I'm sure she's sick of me
I want her to be free.
Not chained,
And for me to be the one to blame.
I don't know,
Whether I should stay or go,
It's all too confusing,
This constant feeling of losing.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Life is ******
Everything is ******
**** this life.
I'm only here for her, even if all I ever do is cause her strife.
**** all of it,
I'm tired of this ****
Does she even need me?
Should I leave her be?
After all, I'm sure she's sick of me
I want her to be free.
Not chained,
And for me to be the one to blame.
I don't know,
Whether I should stay or go,
It's all too confusing,
This constant feeling of losing.
Don't worry. I won't commit to such tragic acts. I just needed a way to vent my frustration, thus creating this poem.
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