Sometimes I feel
Down in the dumps
And I want to end my life
For the only flower
I have in my garden
Is a lonely tulip.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A long time ago, my gentle heart fell into the abyss. I thought certain people were my friends, but it just turns out that people's masks fall off really quickly. Family is betrayal, for if something were to happen to me, they wouldn't care. They would probably have a big party and celebrate. I fall apart every day of my life, hoping my heart would stop beating. This world is full of crap. People don't care. People don't want to care. That's the problem with this world. Nobody cares...none of my friends cared. None of my family cared. Every time I try to express myself to them, they would tell me to get over it. I'm tired of life. I'm tired of this. Being kind, empathetic, and genuine is not enough. But I am not willing to sell my soul either. People sell their souls to society by being mean, cruel, and relentless. I shall crumble into a ball and die...that's how I feel. What is the use in living, when life is not worth anything anymore? Therefore I shall rot.
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