They think of me as a servant.
Work every day.
All day.
No rest in between.
No breaks for me to take.
I ask for help.
They deny it.
I cry out.
Please help me.
They laugh and point.
I ask to be saved.
You say I can do it myself.
You know I can't do it myself.
You're all so cruel.
I'm going to free myself.
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ghost poetry
Poesiaif you're into sad poems , poems about love , poems about life , or just poems in general then you might like this book. i don't expect this to blow up or anything, i honestly just write for fun , and i wanted to post some of the things i wrote , so...
