Little bit angrier poem here… not good, just angry.

There is no reason to go on living
There is no reason to survive this long
There is no reason to go on living
Except that dying hurts, yeah

I doubt myself and all my feelings
I doubt that I should even care
I don’t know why I can’t escape them
Except that dying hurts, yeah

I feel the flame I feel the fire
It’s burning in me like a furnace
I know the pain of every memory
Which is why dying hurts, yeah

There is no reason to go on living
There is no reason to go on living
There is no reason to go on living
There is no reason to be f***ing living
Even though dying hurts, yeah

As for this… you’re sounding like me… scary thought, but rock in. Better to get your feelings on paper, then to take them out on someone, or yourself.

oh well, i’m keeping mine :p