The sad truth
I was never aware
of the things beyond compare
I was always alone
in my stupid dark room
Nobody cared for me.
I'm just a stupid sheep,
Waiting to be feed and would sleep
This is me, the life i didn't want to be.
Why can't I fly?
Like a butterfly,
So I can escape this,
and solve some mysteries
When I sleep,
I keep on dreaming.
Sleep is like practicing,
how to die.
When I die
can I dream a baeutiful dream?
Where I can fly
and soar up high
Wishes won't come true
That is the sad truth
We can't always get what we want
I hope you'll be important.
-ONYMOUS
YOU ARE READING
POETRY
Poetrythis is where I'm gonna put the poems I made. This is only a way for me to release my feelings. I am not writing so that you can criticize me.
