Category : Poems

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Condolences;
Gave out, but only from thyself.
The death of me;
Seems so very constant. 
I love myself;
Yet I hate myself.
It doesn't make sense.
Maybe it's best;
If I keep being a ghost. 
I torment thyself;
Every time I reach out.
A never ending cycle;
Of feelings never returned.
Is love supposed to be this hard;
Or is it I'm unloveable?
These days;
It's too dark.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel;
But I can't reach the end of it.
I keep advancing.
Faster and faster I'm pacing;
I look back and I'm still at the beginning.