They said:
“call when you need help
I’ll always be there!”
Well, look who is crying
Look who is dying.
It has gotten so bad,
I finally allow myself to push those buttons.
It rings and rings
Yet you’re not there.
I am always a bomb!
But who knows when I’ll expload.
Now guess who is digging
Guess who’s under.
I don’t know what I’m feeling,
But I know you won’t help to ponder.
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Telling's from the heart
PoetrySo here are a collection of poems inspired by stories whispered or stories told. Here are to those going through tough times and to get better. Here are to those that are at their peak and to keep up their good work. ***PLEASE IGNORE THE LETTERS THA...
