My back to the world,
My front to the sky.
The tears on my face,
Have finally dried.
My heart isn't open,
My family all gone.
My friends all claim,
I'm not the same,
Not anymore.
I'm not ready to leave,
But they don't care,
I don't try,
It's my turn to finally say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Read This Before The End of The World
Poetry- A collection of poems that everyone must read before the end is among us.
