Overburdened with life
I can't take it anymore
If I had the option
I'd walk right out the door
If only people understood
Who I really am
Life would be so much better
But no one gives a damn
Work, work, work
All the time for what?
When I don't even know
What's inside my heart
The problems are piling up
Everyone has a complaint
Why don't you understand I'm trying my best?
And if I keep going, I'll faint.
I wish the time would just stop
Everything would freeze in its place
I'm tired of running and running
Because they've made everything a race
Really, I wish I had the answers
To all the problems you have with me
But why don't you get that I don't?
And if I did, would you set my soul free?
Everyone has fingers to point
And everyone points to me
I know I'm not perfect, believe me I do
But I'm really trying and I swear I'm not guilty
Please forgive me for everything
Everything I've ever done
Because it messes with my head
That you're upset and I'm reason 1
I swear I'm a nice person
I'm really really trying
But I can't do it all
Because my soul is dying
~Andy
A/N: I'm really realllllyy proud of this poem and the picture I attached to it. I think I might be a good photographer someday.
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Poetryjust poems from the stupidest or deepest corners of my mind. I really beg you to not take my poems. Also every photo attached with the poems are photos I took because I'm really into nature photography. Please don't take my photos either. I'm really...
