Fed up with my existence

I hate my life.
Hate my existance even more.
God why do I have this pain.?
Why the heck do I walk pains path?

My life is nothing.
My death is so near.
Each day brings new fear.

My life never was my own.
Its always belonged to the hands of evil

poem by Amy Louise KerswellReport problemRelated quotes
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