// not as bad.. I think//
Pitiful children in a room full of lies. Too used to goodbyes.
Always let down. Yet never to be found
Mesmerized by wrath, while taking the known path.
A path to shame. This isn't a game.
Dont let them go. There is nothing to show.
Because life isn't fair. Goodbye yo the children once there. We hope you take good care.
//I did it//
YOU ARE READING
Why Not
PoetryThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.
