Ode to sorrow of tomorrow

I don't like describing myself
and I'm tired of explaining why
it's so much easier not to
because one day I too shall die
I don't want to talk about me
It's not like they would understand anyway
Tried young everyday, in everyway
No matter, how hard I try
Because it's everything like as  to deny
That one day I too shall die
And every day we wake up
here, nothing much to do about it
All we can do is cry, so don't
Tomorrows have nothing to say
Tomorrows are just hopeless
Tomorrow I will grow older
Tomorrow I will die

Je suise (on my) side

My suicide speech leaves all speechless
Should speak less, which is my weakness
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After 25 lines...
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It's something I will only sell you
I tell you, I tell you...
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Poetry and rhythm inspired by first chapter from poetry from loss, suffering and depression.

Guesstimated pain available (GPA)

I am more than ever closer to finding out who I am and even more so on what I want. I guess it feels like everything that I thought was important is fading into the background and nothing hurts anymore.

Gaming disorder. Skit 3/6 or 12

Councilor - how much time do you spend playing games ?

Me - 3hrs

Councilor - 3hrs a day isn't actually that bad.

Me - it's actually 3hrs every 6hrs.

Councilor - what?! That's 12hrs a day...

To be concluded...

Mortal morbidity

I keep telling myself that everything's going to be alright. Even when I know it isn't. Everybody knows what's happening and they choose to turn a blind eye. Just because you conscientiously ignore what's happening doesn't mean it's not happening and what is eventually going to happen in inference to the overture of what's currently happening. It will definitely, and whatever You thought of about the ones you loved, ones you hurt, those things that belonged to one another of staying the same, it's not going to. In the end we all meet at the same place and you know that it's not ever going to come back to you, once lost, nothing will...