i'm wasting my life
on sheets of worthless paper.
50 missing assignments?
i guess i'll do them later.
i'm spilling water on my floor,
while they're having fun behind my door.
if i can find a way out of this mess,
maybe i won't think of myself as less.
these tears pricked my skin,
like a witch melting from her sin.
50 missing assignments,
maybe one day there will be none.
-lyss
12:09pm
10.4.2021
this is kinda shitty tbh
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PoetryHey, everyone! This book is just going to be a bundle of my poetry or just anything that comes to mind. I do hope to improve my writing, so please give me some honest feedback. Thank you! WARNING: Dark themes that may be triggering for sensitive rea...
