Slow poison

I wish I never existed
Wish the effin pain would end
Wish I was better
At judging people all over again
Only if I sat in a corner
Of a dark room
Not involving anti socializing
Things would have got better in the end.
The nostalgia that the head spins off
Wouldn’t feed over the memories
And there would be none to say
Last words and nothing more.

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