Another Poem??! - Make it a triple!
Yeah, so… I decided to check out some old poems… this is called (and I quote) “I’m lonely, depressed and fucked up”
I, I won’t be the king to your heart
I, I won’t be the light of your star
We, we won’t live forever like this
I might just past away in my dreams
Cause I’m the rapist in my own tiny street
And you are the violence of the society
I’m the munition of my own gun
If you’re alone, you’re not the only one
These poems I’ve been finding are so strange… like, what kind of sick person I am?
Cause, I am the one who wrote this shit… I feel really weird… I feel like I might just shoot myself at any time…