Please be patient.
I may not be the best,
Or well dressed
But my reality isn't the best
It came crashing down to early
And I'm barely picking up the peices
So please be patient
My heart can't take the yelling
My mind can't take the loss
"These things will make you stronger"
Then I'd rather be weaker
The thought of dying scares me to no end
Yet my heart wants things
Impossible things
Yet simple in a way
A hug from my grandmother
Encouragement from Tori
Seeing my dead cousin
So please be patient
For my mind was left in a mess
Where I'm easily confused,
Scared, hurt.
So please don't leave
Please be patient and be kind
For I don't know what would happen
If my world were to crumble any further
YOU ARE READING
reality
PoëzieMe venting through poetry on the rough days I have. Lets see how many times I'll unpublish and republish this book at random.
