Beyond False Hopes

I am better off with pain

Sights of horrid, all insane

If that is what I need

So that I can stay the same

I am better off with death

Lying on my bed

Than life with no regrets

And things I don’t forget.

Because if I can’t do anything about it,

And all I feel is nothing real anymore,

And what I do is living in a caged nightmare,

Then let me end this living hell.

I am a blogger, poet, artist and an aspiring novelist. Through Iridescent Anatomies, I advocate for idea journaling, therapeutic writing and other introspective work.

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