Chaos
Here is the chaos that I’ve created. This is the reason why I am hated. I’m messed up now, like never before Maybe that’s why I am alone. I’m not better than that woman, Who is sleeping with my dad. Don’t know how she is looking, But pretty sure that she is sad. My mom says that I am psycho, Without knowing me at all. I should try to live with that, But all I do is staring at the wall. I am trying to live with this, But that’s too much for me. Killing myself is alternative, Because chaos is all what I am creating. I’m on the edge, I am drowning. With the demons I am surrounded. To this world I want to say goodbye. But you know what? I am too scared to die.
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