I don't want to eat,
but it must be done.
I don't want to sleep,
I'm having too much fun.
I drink all day
like I guessed I would.
I don't want to live,
but I think I should.
call it self destructive
but you'll never know
about being hated by those
who love you the most
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: been gone for so long. I'm 16 now and its summer break!
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Comments3
Carpe diem in this poem a fun write. It is the last lines that give it a turn and confused me. Is it jealousy that promotes the hate from those that love you the most? Well done
thank you
You are most welcome Hayleigh
Well done
hayleigh, this hits with brutal honesty. The short, direct lines make everything feel immediate...like thoughts spoken aloud in the middle of exhaustion and self-conflict without any filter between them. That final couplet lands especially hard. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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