Stop waiting for me to die when all I do is try.
I try my best.
I tried to hide.
I tried to be numb.
I tried whatever I could.
Nothing ever works.
I can't keep trying.
I tried to die.
I'm still here.
Why am I alive?
I never tried to do so.
So why would I be the best at doing so.
Why is it when I let go, things work out.
I try not to question it.
It's hard not to.
So why wait for me to go away when you know it's the only thing I'd wish I could do.
I'm stuck.
Stuck with you.
Holding my head below the waters, but I drink it up before I drown.
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When You is not enough.
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...
