Can you hear the voices,
Calling out your name.
You were so blinded
By your so-called "fame"
There's only one place fit
For someone like you to dwell.
I'm just as bad of a person.
I'll see you in hell.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
