Notice of absence from Ke3v
calling 988 wont help me.
calling 988 wont help me.
Here I am again, in pain once more.
drowning in my sorrows, crying on the floor.
drowning in my sorrows, crying on the floor.
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Things have changed, only for the worse.
my life was never beautiful, it feels like a curse.
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Love is an emotion, one that seems to heal.
hate is an emotion, it's all that I feel.
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Hating on myself, it's not too bad.
if I could turn back time, I'd think about what I had.
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If things were different, would I be here?
I believe I'd be happy, no pain, no fear.
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"Things will only get better" is what I say.
"End it all now" is what I think about, day by day.
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I wish it was over, a day of light.
I cry in my sleep, fearing of the night.
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my life was never beautiful, it feels like a curse.
...
Love is an emotion, one that seems to heal.
hate is an emotion, it's all that I feel.
...
Hating on myself, it's not too bad.
if I could turn back time, I'd think about what I had.
...
If things were different, would I be here?
I believe I'd be happy, no pain, no fear.
...
"Things will only get better" is what I say.
"End it all now" is what I think about, day by day.
...
I wish it was over, a day of light.
I cry in my sleep, fearing of the night.
...
I'm slowly breaking down, bit by bit
Blood trickling down, slit by slit.
Blood trickling down, slit by slit.
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Author:
988 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 25th, 2025 08:51
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem of sad deterioration that feels never ending and hopeless. There is a dark feel to this poem and it gives a shiver.
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