How do you not feel bad,
Telling such a filthy lie,
Do you feel a little sad,
Filling lies in the sky.
I feel somewhat bad for you,
But also I don't,
You are full all of lies,
And change you won't.
YOU ARE READING
One day
PoetryI dug myself a hole down around 6 feet deep and pulled the dirt down on top of me wishing I could sleep. I let the darkness fill around me and I started to close my eyes when A soft voice spoke down inside of me and whispered, "child rise!" ...
