♥︎ A Life of Poetry ♥︎

Just a Bit

I'm so sick of these words.

How many times do people say the same things?

I'm taking thirds.

My ear rings.

I've learned to like my silence.

They like it too!

I'll never win.

So why keep trying?

I'll sit back, only speak when spoken to.

I've started to stop crying..

I thought this would all be through.

I'm never good enough for you.

I might as well be dying.

I wonder how long it'd take to notice.

My silence wouldn't matter would it?

We'll see if there is a rush.

This was all a bit.

Im okay wish being hushed.

And you're right, ill never be fit.

I'm face becomes flushed.

I wish i were getting lit.

It is all so rushed.

This hurts just a bit..