I'm just waiting for it to come.
                              The man without a face,
to come pick me up.
                              To let all my problems go.
                              I'm ready
                              I'm ready to leave this
fucked up world.
                              To let everything go
                              To myself let go.
                              bye.
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  