I would not be missed,
and if I did anything less I'd
be thought of as stupid.
You cannot please anyone
no matter where you end up
cruising.
You think the people you love
the most
will be there for you
because even if there aren't
any promises,
you sense the bond;
or at least you thought.
It's silly and makes you
even more pathetic.
The things you're feeling
are so tiny like paper boats
but feel like giant sailboats
inside your heart, and
it makes you want to
end it all.
Well, maybe it's just me.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoetryPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
