Stress
It's what drives me insane
The pointing and whispering that causes my pain
They say it's just a phase, that it isn't real
They think they know how I really feel
They think I'm alright as they watch me smile
I'm surprised I've even stayed the while
They never saw through all the lies
Couldn't make out my disguise
Now they'll pay for what they've done
As I leave this world by gun
They're not going to care
Until my essence is all that lingers in the air
Then they'll notice
Then they'll start listening
Now that it's too late
One life gone missing
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Where the Ink Runs Dry
PoetryJust a collection of poems I have written. I won't stop writing until the ink runs dry. © Copyright of crazyhoran_93 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permissi...
