My feelings
Fuck this world
Tell me what you are
when perfection scared
killing in your name
where to cast the blame?
choke on the clot, so what?
And I will spit the shit
That I was never taught
I won't do it.
what is thy last wish?
leave me for the dead.
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Reading this, sounds dark to me.
Regardless of what happen,
Always be thankful for all the experiences and events that happened to you.
That was the reason you are strong up to writing this poem here.
Be bless!