Does it matter ?
I doesn’t matter what i do, it always fucks up in the end, heading downhill. It doesn’t matter that i’ve given you the world, it’s just not good enough anyway, for that of which i’m offering is not desired anymore.
It doesn’t matter anymore, what i do, it’s enough to make you sad, it all comes tumbling down in the end. I shouldn’t have left that morning, i should have just stayed for awhile.
I would have stayed, drowning in my own blood, covered by tears, mourning my inner thoughts as they subside. I wish i never was invented, i only spread misery anyway, where ever i go. Nothing left for me. All is gone.
My involvement doesn’t matter, all a disappointment in the end, for all i ever loved is the longing to have what isn’t there. It makes me want to get up in the morning. I never wanted to take your happiness away, not even in the end.
For i, do not exist anymore, finally at the end…
Tags: Poetry
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