Tears,
All the time
They fall
All the time
No one cares
At any time
No one wants to care
The don't even try
But I can't stop
I have to care
About what happens
Because it affects me
And my family
I don't know if anyone would care
If my mother was dead,
My brothers, on the streets,
Trying to be normal, but failing to succeed
When I grow up
I will have to try
To help them,
I can't leave them,
They can't exist on their own
No one else would care
No one else would want to
No one else would be patient
I can't make them care
What would my brothers do if I died?
What would my mother do if I died?
What would my family do if I died?
Would they survive?
I don't make money for them,
My mother does the work
I'm honestly not that helpful,
I don't really try
But when my mother's gone
Early, as usual
And I'm left, fresh out of college
With three mourning boys
Who can't take care of themselves
When everyone who loves them is gone
Except me
What will I do?
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
