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
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