I wonder why I am still around, cause all you do is knock me down.
Every time you say a word, I pray that it doesn't hurt.
It's the three little words you say, that bid me to stay;
im sorry I don't have all the right things to say.
It tends to give me hope, that tomorrow's not a joke.
Sometimes I just lay there and cry,
because even if I try, I always end up wishing to die.
Is it really my fault you act this way?
Or is it because you had a bad day?
I'm begging you, please, be here to comfort me.
I need your compassion, or at least a distraction.
YOU ARE READING
Assorted Poems I wrote...
PoetryJust some poems I write when I feel the need to vent. It's like my own personal journal.