I hate simply surviving.
I need to break a little more.
I can't stand another person leaving.
They walk so easily out the door.
I won't listen to any more lying.
I'd prefer the truth to kill me.
I don't want to keep trying.
The future is too hard to see.
I'm sick of secretly crying.
No one ever asks how I've been.
I hate people dying.
I'm about to be one of them.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
