Why am I still here
Trying to survive thru this hell
I can't stand being here with people who act like I'm a ghost
Until I try to leave
I can't stand it here trying to act like nothing is happening
I can't stand being used as a punching bag
Only noticed when people need to release there anger and there sad
I need to leave and never come back
YOU ARE READING
Sleepless Nights
PoesíaAll my thoughts and some feelings of romance, suicide, heartbreak and mature language
