Greed or Gold
I don't
know...
It feels like it's
my
time
to
go
It's a wild thought
at
16
years
old
But right now
leaving
looks like
gold
One more
bad
night
and I'll be
sold
I've
never
done
just what I'm
told.
[em]
YOU ARE READING
Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
