I don't know what to say,
Anymore.
To write, to speak,
To show any actions.
A n y t h i n g.
And..
The only thing I know is
I've had enough.
I'm tired of being myself,
I'm sick of just existing into this world.
And do n o t h i n g
And..
Once I do it,
Everybody judge me.
Will the truth come out?
Will it be..
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
