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 burdened
But I sensed someone 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
What happened to me I do not know
The explanation is a tear forming in my eye
This tragedy I can't deny
Of all people I am asking the reason 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
PoetryIt 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...
