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I am a liar.
I am useless.
I am disrespectful.
I am ungrateful.
I am unnecessary.
I am unwanted.
I am goalless.
I am unkind.
I am harsh.
I am hated.
I am unloved.
I am uncaring.
I am irresponsible.
I am helpless.
I am all of these things.
Still...
I can't bring myself to disappear.
They Come At Night by PrayerForTheFallen, literature
Literature
They Come At Night
They come at night.
Sneak upon me.
Then pin me down.
Those thoughts....
I'm
Hated.
Unloved.
Ignored.
Lost.
I gasp for air,
cry out in pain and hurt.
They come at night,
when noone's there
but them and me.
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I am a liar.
I am useless.
I am disrespectful.
I am ungrateful.
I am unnecessary.
I am unwanted.
I am goalless.
I am unkind.
I am harsh.
I am hated.
I am unloved.
I am uncaring.
I am irresponsible.
I am helpless.
I am all of these things.
Still...
I can't bring myself to disappear.
Now random acquaintances seem to give me random advice.
I met one just last night and he told me, without any subtext or talk before hand.
"Keep on living."
I never got to ask him what he meant, he walked away right after he said that.
And this morning he texted me.
"At least keep on living for me."
Now I am totally confused. He won't answer any of my questions.
Hm.... Am I overlooking something?
Back to business anyway. I wrote another few poems, some in my writing course, some just like this. I will look them over once more and then they will be uploaded. And I want to go out tomorrow to take some pictures. The wind these last few d
I have a nasty cold and my ability to think straight is mostly gone.
Coughing, sneezing and staying in bed are seemingly the only things I can do now.
I hope this will be gone soon, I have an important written exam in English class on Friday. And next week a few others. And the following week another few. On the first of March I will write the last one before the graduation exams start in April.
So, dear cold, I hate you. Please go away and leave me alone.
Yours dearly