I don't care if it sounds like I want ppl to feel sorry for me, cause i don't. Poetry is about self expression, not trying to please ppl.
Kill me where I stand.
Don’t stretch it any longer.
I’ve known for the longest time
That no one wants me here.
You proved that to me.
You’ve all proven that to me,
Many, many times.
I’ve tried it,
Once,
Twice,
Three times this night.
Nothing works.
I will never prevail.
I can never say goodbye.
I know the day will come.
But when?
If I walked off a bridge,
Somehow I’d be back.
Maybe I already did
And this is Hades.
No.
Scars prove not.
Wounds prove so.

