Sometimes I wonder if someone really cares that I'm existent, that I'm here,
Though rarely do I find evidence that someone wishes for me not to disappear.
The way my life has always been, and always will be shows no recovery from these scars.
Ever since I was young, I've been stuck within a boundary, shoved behind bars.
No longer does it bother me that all I am is trash,
Though still am I hoping that someone will finally pick me up and burn me into ash.
Already numb to most feeling, all my cheerful smiles are fake,
Still the medicine doesn't keep me from all the painful heartache.
Take my soul and rip it away, shred it and tear it to stop it from decay.
Maybe then without it, will I finally be at bay.
Lastly, all ask of you now is to somehow rid of all my memory,
'Cause maybe then without it I can start over, become wanted, and no longer have so many enemies.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Three Minute Rhymes
PoetryThis book is filled with short rhymes. Each little rhyme, or poem, is only twelve lines. No more, and no less. Keep in mind, these were created within about three minutes. This is sort of a challenge for myself. It's really just to see what I can co...
