You're not nice never have been
You push me and call me names
You've always done this since I was ten
I'm one of those people they call lames
Your laughing now but soon I'll be gone
You won't feel nothing at all
All I'll hear is my sad song
You didn't care when I began to fall
I'm capable of anything
I can be what I want in fact
But I've got that one thing
You all wanna attack
Your words are like swords
Or bullets from a gun
You guys are lords
And I am The sun
You can say what you want
I have heard it all a lot
You all must feel brilliant
I'm one little slot
YOU ARE READING
I'm just tired
PoetrySleep. Some can't. They just get tired and give up. Sometimes sleeping can be used to just get away from everything and everyone in the world. Maybe that's why we love it so much. These poems express sadness and pain. I wrote these when I felt this...
