When away
I feel okay
Alright
I get home
Sink into my regular depression
Self pity, self loathing
Self analysis
What a wimp
I hate this life
What comes ahead
What was
What is
We are born to die
Go to school
Work for fifty years
Die
Another ant come and gone
That's all we are
If you think you're different
You're Wrong
If you choose optimism
Congratulations
I wish I could
I try, but my brain
Won't have it
Cursed to a life of self pity
Self loathing, pessimistic
Wimpery
By Eric Newport
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i love this poem. sums up my life. im with you in that man.
This poem was unoriginal and it's fake and gay.
agreed. great poem<3
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Powerful stuff. I hope you feel a lot better about ur life, because even though we live to die is better to live than to be dead alive. I like your writing style though and I wish you luck to alleviate the pain if this is how you truly feel.
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I love it, glad im not the only one who feels that way sometimes:) don't worry even though life sucks a lot part of the time, there are the many happy moments that make me glad i didnt give up.
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