I would hag myself,
yet I don't know how,
I would cut myself,
yet nothing is sharp enough,
I would pull the trigger,
Yet nothing would seem to work.
This poem is about about everything overloading you and you finally bursting
And only wondering "why was I even born?".
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The sad truth
PuisiThis book is about a teenaged girl who is the glue of her family. As she goes through many situations/problems she decides to relieve herself with poetry.
