Look down. Look down.
See the girl kneeling on the ground.
Can't let them see the rage
in my eyes.
Tears flow.
Keep busy and
make sure they stay away from me.
Mercy for them. Misery for me.
I know my place.
Here until I die.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
