Who fucking cares about me

I'm dieing inside.

the second i close my eyes when the sun goes down i die,

i have no dreams nor nightmares just voices

I lost it, my moment of happiness,

my second of normality.

Back to the dark,

where my mind and sanity can rot

and my sole stay trapped

you could say my school bully killed him four years ago

or maybe the loss of my best friend

Or maybe my rotten destroyed self 

killed the last bit of hope in me.

 

-some poor bastard 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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