Hair is greasy
Skin is sweaty
Clothes are worn
And I'm not ready
Help me, please
I'm slowly dying
I say I'm fine
But I am lying
Grow me wings and fly away
Don't touch me while I start my day
I'm sad and lonely
But I'm not alone
I'm bundled up
But I'm still cold
I'm dead, I'm dead
But I'm still smiling
Tell you I'm fine while I am dying
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Mean Anything to Me
PoesíaPoetry about things that you could understand, but not in the way I understand it.
