Regret
Regret feeling ill
for my words.
Feeling ashamed
for being vulnerable.
Feeling lost
in search of hope.
It’s ironic
how hate
has slipped into
my vocabulary
like an old friend.
Bottle Finished !
Bottle finished Life finished Hopes lost Dreams died down Fire within burnt out Colours of life faded out Still clueless about the purpose of my existence Now, awaiting only eternal rest My epitaph will read Here lies a nobody whom nobody ever cared for.... Like
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