Where the **** are you?
I thought you were supposed
To have undying love
I used to believe
And I used to have faith
But here we are
And I have a ****** hand
How can I beat the dealer
If I can't beat the man
On my right
I'm told you exist
I'm told you mean happiness
But I can't see it
I've tried several times before
But you seem to throw me
Out on the floor like some cheap little *****
You don't love me
If you are even real
Because if you did I would not
Have this infinite suffering
This painful depression
This impending desire
To see if you were ever by my side
This piece of me that is broken
Has spread to my whole being
If you love me
Then why does it feel
As though I am dying
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Where the **** are you?
I thought you were supposed
To have undying love
I used to believe
And I used to have faith
But here we are
And I have a ****** hand
How can I beat the dealer
If I can't beat the man
On my right
I'm told you exist
I'm told you mean happiness
But I can't see it
I've tried several times before
But you seem to throw me
Out on the floor like some cheap little *****
You don't love me
If you are even real
Because if you did I would not
Have this infinite suffering
This painful depression
This impending desire
To see if you were ever by my side
This piece of me that is broken
Has spread to my whole being
If you love me
Then why does it feel
As though I am dying
I apologize if I offend anyone, but let's take a second to be real: This is MY view on the world; NOT yours
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