It's not like I want to be rich
But the 34p in my bank
screams at me till I'm sick
calling me a poor little bitch
But it's not like I want to be rich
I just want to lay on my bed
without worryiong about the lights
or when the heating will go dead
YOU ARE READING
poems that make me hate myself a little less
Poetrya collection of poems written by a mentally ill 18 year old