Her beautiful blue eyes.
Her cruel mouth.
My illness.
My vounerability.
Torment is bound to arise.
Even If we are on the same side.
Against them we fight.
We against everyone.
It's unfair but it's what we deal with everyday.
Weekends our escape.
To our room.
No outside... We'll be judged.
The whores sneer.
We 'drop' our books and 'trip' as they like to call it.
We cry because we aren't strong enough to fight.
Nobody there to save us from... TORMENT.
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Poems If your not interested in them don't read...
PoetryI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
