Tuesday, December 25, 2018

No right

I have no right, 
to be sad, I bring on my own sadness..

I have no right,
to miss my kids, my grandsons,  I left them...

I have no right,
to cry, crying is for humans, I am not human..

I have no right,
to even live, I destroy everything..

I have no right,
to love, or expect love.  I am unlovable..

I am a shell of a person,
I was born to be sad...
I was born to die...
I destroy all I touch...
I am filth...a nasty, dirty, filthy, pathetic, piece of shit trash...

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