As much as I try
As hard as I shout
For whatever reason when I cry
There is no one about
I try to smile
But it seems impossible
When in the end with my rhymes
My message is never possible
I cry for help
But to no avail
Is this my hell?
That I'll never prevail?
All I can do is watch my friends go one by one
And I'm too weak to shout out for a hand
So now I'm done
In a casket with a marching band
YOU ARE READING
The bad kept diary
PoetryIf you ever read this, congrats grab your popcorn and get prepared to be sad with my dumb problems that I can't get over (btw if I do get over them I delete the story) and I also have my dog for most of the covers
