Once again. 

drowning in a puddle of my own tears

The day you left this miserable planet still etched in my crushed soul

Every day I remember the last word I'd spoken to you

"I love you"

Sometimes I find my self wondering if life is worth it

For death is inevitable

Do you sign up for it as you would a weekly newsletter?

Or are you cursed with it as you were born

I find that sometimes it helps to disgard my suroundings and fall into an abyss of depression and tourment

Letting everything go as if I'm Consantly falling in reverse


Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My family
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