Don't wanna take things for granted
But I keep on doing so.
Don't wanna continue this life ahead
But it's not yet time to go.
Don't wanna stay broken and ruined
traumatized and melancholic
with what I saw.
Don't wanna be suffered and be burdened
But I sensed someone's screaming and
crying her woes.
Don't wanna be unfair and narrow-minded
But my positive outlook in life has already faded.
I'm already aware I'm not putting a good show
The explanation is a tear forming in my eye
This tragedy I can't deny
Of all people, I'm asking why
With great effort my wet face I dried
All I can say is a hurtful goodbye.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoesieIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...