My heart is broken.
My wrist is aching.
And you are making it worst.
I was never 1st to anyone.
And everyone is good off without me
And I believe that for it is the truth.
But why is the world so cruel to me?
Ofcourse!
It is my fault..
YOU ARE READING
My Unsaid Words For Years
PoetryLife is full of misery loneliness and suffering .And it's all over much too soon.
