I whisper for help
But know one can hear me
Of course not
From all this pain
And suffering
Helping me doesn't really matter
I'm just one person
Out of billions of people
People suffer everyday
Not everyone can
Receive help
But Let me tell you
We are all going to die
In the end
Why even try
When at the end
We're then
Gone forever
Perished away
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry written from the heart It all remains a mystery to whom my brother was talking about. It may just be made up but, most are from his heart, mind, and soul. These are all sad, emotional, depressing poems. Life is shit. There's a lot of downs th...
