He says he feels useless
That no one cares
That what he says is fruitless
And in his heart, it tears
He says maybe he's just scared
When he hurt, everyone just stared
After this morning he'll show them.
After this morning they'll see
Exactly what they did, they'll scream
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
