(old poem)
My generation is slowly drowning
You say work harder.
Deep love for one who ruined me,
she says get over it.
Stab wounds all over ache, searing agony through my soul.
You say you're sorry I feel that way.
My feelings and thoughts a tangled mass in my heart I can't express -
expectations weighing down on me,
disappointed expressions killing me.
Silently smiling through the blood,
I know they all have it worse.
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poems i made
Puisii make poems sometimes, here's a collection of them! some are old, some are newer. oh by the way most of these are vent poems, so therefore they will have dark themes. if you are uncomfortable with that then please do not read this.
