| .My poem.  [+ favourites]
I'd rather die then make-believe
And cut my arms until they bleed
To feel real pain is reality
You can never hide from tragedy.
I used to wish upon a star
Then realized I won't go far
There’s no such thing as a happy ending
So stop wishing for a perfect wedding.
The eery sound of a sadistic laugh
Came from my toys that cut me in half
The other left in childhood days
The other pushed in adult ways.
To live my life without a cause
Is like playing a game by drawing straws
No meaning to the things you do
Living life without a clue.
The end is inevitable
Sing today
For you can die tomorrow.
"Crap. I lost my watch, now I'm lost in time."
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