Wrong Poem by Minx Videsben
Wrong
It gets hard to breath most times
The sting of a cut can't even calm me down now
I breathe deeply and try to think
But I only ever go backwards
I think back to things I shouldn't
I think of thoughts I should forget
I think of how,
no matter what I do,
how much I try,
or how much I redo
I will always
Always
Deserve death
Because no matter what
I will always
Do
Or be
Wrong
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