the words drip with pain
they're drowning in the rain
i'm shaking my aching head
because i'd be better off dead
we sit on the sidelines because we know we'll never win
we stand back and watch as humanity sins
the wind bites our cheeks as we trek through the snow
we'll never make it back home, you know
this isn't our home, it's just a place
we can't move around, there's no goddamn space
hell spat us out because we're not bad enough
we're sentenced to life lying down on the rough
a/n: i'm gonna try and post a bit more, it's just hard with school and someone from school nearly found out about this book so i had a minor heart attack :/
anyway love you all <3
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YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
