Grief
Don't tell me how to suffer
Don't tell me how to cry or be embarrassed buffer.
Telling me I will soon be free,
My pain is all I see
I know I need help but I needed you to leave me be
You accepted me in when I felt lost at sea
You made me feel I could be and busy bees.
Yes all I feel right now is sadness
Although people see you as a sickness
you'll be my mistress.
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Poems
Poesíathey will have all different meanings some of which I don't know yet so maybe you can help me out
