My head hurts.
I think it's the lights,
They blind me.
I'm sick.
I'm tired.
I've reached that point,
The point where you just don't care.
I'm scared
To cry,
To be weak.
That's frowned upon here.
"Hush, hush, keep it to yourself."
That's what they say,
But I've reached that point,
I don't care.
I'm going rouge.
I will cry.
I will sleep.
Kinda short I know, sorry! Tell me what you think! Have a good day! Thanks for reading!
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Running Away
PoetryThey were sick, suffocating. Getting out was the only option. They drove away from everything. They didn't know that something was chasing them. They didn't know who wanted them or why, but they were scared. It chased them, and they ran. Their freed...
