I'm worthless
I'm boring
I can't do anything right.
I cry
I sob
I don't amount to anything.
I'm useless
Not even worth being a toy
What good am I?
I keep quiet
I stay isolated
I can't grow up.
I just can't. I can't do anything.
What's the point of living?
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
