Tired, insecure, clueless
forever more.
Life, delusione, useless
is how I feel.
Wordless, foolish, despair
is very real.
Failure, without hope, damnation
becomes the rule.
Come for me, sweet death,
come for me and set me
free.
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Author:
Carmine Branco (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Overwhelmed by life. A challenge.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Very intense piece ❤️
Thank you
This is deep. I really liked this piece.
Thank you
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