You're not worth anything. Nothing at all. The words you hear of people sing. Are all the lies about trying to be tall.
The one thing you look for is to be free. Free to fly and no pain. It hurts too much inside to be. I want to play an easy thing, death is the name of the game.
No one told you to never have courage. The salty tears rolling down on my face. If only I could make myself some poisoned pourage. Death is the game and I'm winning the race.
Credit - instagram user want.a.sanswich
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Spoken Poetry
PoetryPoems are taken from various places online. - Credit at the end of each and every poem - - None of these poems are written by me, they're just some of my personal favorites -
