Don't ask me what my hobby is,
I would say crying by myself.
Don't ask me where I want to be in the future,
I would just say gone.
Don't ask me why I'm sad,
It's incomprehensible.
Don't tell me to get over it,
Like its nothing but trivial.
Don't tell me be positive,
Like its all in my head.
There's something wrong,
Don't you see?
It ain't easy to live,
Ain't easy to just be.
It ain't a blessing,
Look I'm right here confessing.
The pain is unbearable,
Nobody to help.
I'm all torn apart,
Tiny thorns in my heart.
Someone's pulling at my smile,
Bringing me down all the while.
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My Painful Plea
PoetryI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
