Sad poetry...Nothing Matters AnymoreNothing matters anymore I think I'm done, I think I'm sure. Why should I cook or clean the house. Why should I care, I don't know how. The things that made life living for, Has gone away, I care no more. I'm not suicidal
I feel like everything I believed in was wrong.So now how do I trust myself to make the right decisions? Nothing makes sense to me anymore
If suic*de was easyIf it was as easy as laying down and not existing anymore... I would have done it by now. But honestly the efforts it takes just to d*e....my laziness really shows.
