Can I ever quit
Everything is too hard
The tears won't stop
They've already dropped
The eyes that see everything are clouded
Blinding me of the world in front
Every Time I look
I can't help but want to run again
Hurry and run
Away from everything
Away from all the work, responsibility, and away from those freelancers
The work is at its seams
Nothing is on the dot anymore
Rock bottom- that's what I've hit
Rock bottom
YOU ARE READING
serendipity 一 poems
Poesiashort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
