/this is it guys. this is where we part./
watch me,
see me,
don't judge me for my past,
for my burdens,
my baggage,
you look at my baggage,
poke and prod at it,
but won't help with carrying it,
for,
you have a heavier burden,
right across your back.
why won't you share with me,
though.
YOU ARE READING
Don't You Get It? ✅
Poesíawhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
