Dedicated to all the readers. May your life not be as troubling as mine, and may you think this is just a good poem.
Sometimes,
I
just
want
cry.
Life's not fair,
they all tell you,
but, hey,
do they tell us how?
Or teach us how to deal
with anything?
No.
Instead, they just
dump a burden of responsibility
on our shoulders,
like it's a contest.
"I think number 7
will hold it hte longest.
No, number 56."
I just want to find a cliff,
stand at the top,
a step away from the edge,
and scream,
"WHY?!?!?!?!?"
Why me, why you,
why did you make me like this,
why is my life like this,
why does everyone hate me,
why???
And, sometimes,
I want to take those steps forward,
and fall,
freefall.
It seems like everyday,
I'm on that cliff.
Tread carefully,
it may hold you up,
or it may crumble.
Freefall.
What else free falls?
*me
*my heart
*my emotions
*my life.
No words of wisdom this time; if you want me to write any, or for me to write about a certain topic nest, please, just comment. It will help me, and it helps others, knowing that someone else has those feelings too. Also, I'm lonely. I need someone to talk to.
