Longing for the day
I can reset my reality.
Fall
away
from
the hands of humanity.
Alone, trembling, hiding.
I’m a fuck up.
That’s just causality.
I’m fighting to breathe
in this actuality.
My existence;
a painful
abnormality.
Longing for the day
I can reset my reality.
Fall
away
from
the hands of humanity.
Alone, trembling, hiding.
I’m a fuck up.
That’s just causality.
I’m fighting to breathe
in this actuality.
My existence;
a painful
abnormality.
Mercury The Scribe 
Very relatable. I don’t know if it helps, but you’re not alone in having those feelings.
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Thank you💜 My depressing poetry is the only way I can express and vent sometimes hahaha And writing can sometimes feel so lonely
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