The nothing that passes my day-to-day
Seems to effectively take the pain away
Until I wake up at night
And I continue my never-ending plight
But there's just no way to cope
With an absolute demolition of any kind of hope
So I end each night with a swollen fist
And a razor just begging for a wrist
Thinking of how we never kissed
And imagining all the opportunities we've missed
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My poetic outlet
I think I'm gunna use this 100% for poetry. My poems typically suck, but I like using them to help explain to myself how I'm feeling
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