I told them.
I told them.
"I can't go on,"
I tell them,
I tell them,
"My thoughts are wrong!"
They listen,
they listen,
And yet,
they don't understand.
They answer,
they answer,
"Here, take these pills,"
they tell me,
they tell me,
"You'll be thrilled!"
If only,
if only,
they knew
I'll never smile.
These spirits,
these spirits,
they haunt me now,
I don't know,
I don't know,
if I'll allow
them to take
my soul and
break my heart.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
