I don’t know what to do with myself anymore

Butter

WHY 

WHY 

WHY 

WHY

Does,   
Our soul,

rest in an unforgiving dance,

That is of,

Pure despair.   

why? 
why?  
why?

 

  • Author: Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2026 02:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Day 15 fr. It’s to early for this (2:30 am)
  • Category: Unclassified
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