All you care about is yourself.
I'm hurting too,
but all you want is self-help.
So sick of it.
Why am I still here?
Chains on my hands.
Docked on a pier.
Why are you so surprised,
when something new comes up ?
We don't talk.
You don't ask.
You don't know a lot of stuff.
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You're no good,
but I can't run away.
Every step I take is in the wrong direction.
So now I'm stuck.
Can't break free.
I'm lost , but I won't give up.
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I want to leave but it is not so easy.
I'm in quicksand.
Slowly sinking.
Till I can no longer breathe,
I must break free.
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A Poet's Soul
PoetryA book of poetry randomness :) About: ~ Religion ~Race ~Society ~Struggle ~Friends ~Family etc. My goal is to inspire people with my poems A new poems every week !! ☺️
