You would never understand
What it's like to be
Suspended in the air
On thin wires and timed to fall.
You would never understand
What it's like to die everyday
Until your brain is empty,
Fueled by caffeine and Internet.
But maybe you do understand
Sadness in the way that I cannot.
We are all different creatures,
But you cannot understand me.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
