am i important?
9:48 p.m.

LIfe is a nighmare

when will i wake up?

up for this torment

these games

nothing is truth

and nothing matters

im alone

no one wnats to be alone

but i am

no one cares

what the fuck is wrong with me?

i dont fit in with anybody

not even my self

preety sad huh?

im used to it

i will never understand my self

or will you or you

dont try

and dont pretend you knoq me

cause you dont

i dont

so stop it

stop accusing me of being something im not

when im not trying to be anything

cause i am nothing

i knwo this isnt a poem.. but it was going to start out being one and i didnt want to chaneg it.

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