Like how messed up everything I made.
Lovely.
I so wish I was not born at all.
Pretty messed up life.
I suppose.
I don't feel sad. Just remorse.
Can I please get some years back?
Please please
Mess my stupid mind and it's flaws
Do you know what the craziest part is?
I don't think it's all over yet.
It's still there to mess me up more.
To break me into more pieces.
To bleed more
Till I die
And then it all ends
For the good