Here are some poems that I created when I was in a dark place, but some of hem are not as dark as others. Hope you guys like them.


5. Why do I exist


To them I am simply an object

From the past that they wish

Would disappear

Why do I exist?

Why am I alive?

When I thought about this

I could find no answer

But as you live

You need a reason

Otherwise it’s the same

As being dead

Then I came to this conclusion

I exist to be hated by everyone

To be alone forever until death

Living in this painful present and future

People lie and say that they care or like me

But they are just hiding the truth

So as long as there are people who hate me

I ask myself “Why do I live?”



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