The fears
Bring tears
Sadness
Turns to madness
The days come and go
Keep anxiety on the low
But you're broken
You've stopped hopping
For a better ending
Sick of pretending
Like everything is alright
When in reality you must fight
The urge to do yourself harm
Or put marks on your arm
The entire race needs help
And who's fault is it, welp
It's everyone's
It's your own fault for believing
It's the words for deceiving
But mostly it's the worlds
For letting boy and girls
Commit suicide
It's a genocide
Every human on a ride
Living to obide
The rules of faith
Being hunted by a wraith
YOU ARE READING
book of on the spot poetry
PuisiI sometimes think in rhyme in fact it happens all the time so here is a book for the good and bad for the fun and misery I've had written on the spot to reflect and saved here to protect the sacred feelings of a person
