Apparently i wrote a poem about suicidal thoughts while drunk last night, thought this would be the best place to share it, also general feels thread.
let me stay or let me go,
stop this endless ebb and flow.
i swear i can take no more,
when you're knocking at my door.
let me go or let me stay,
i can't keep living in this way.
i keep waiting for the day,
when with certainty i'll say:
i'm not dying, i'm alive,
no more acursed flatlines.
if not that just let me rest,
i'm so tired of this test.
>>39543711
I'm a faggot that much is true
I'm a maggot whose lunch is poo
>>39543711
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN THESE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
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>>39543711
D-
Byron you are not
What a sad excuse for a poem, but thanks for giving me something to laugh at.
>>39543770
Kierkegaard says Don Juan is bad.
>>39543869
Good for you chum
>>39543791
i literally don't even remember writing it, it was just on my destop as a notepad file titled "mASTERPIEC"