I'm fed up.
I'm tired.
I'm sick of his game.
I never wanted to play.
I never wanted to die.
I never wanted to stay.
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I actually originally wrote this as a line in my book that I'm rewriting. It's not a poetry book, but writing poems does help a lot with my writing style, and I thought this was actually very fitting for how I feel right now. Hope you have a good day/night!
YOU ARE READING
Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
