I was laying on my bed
Thinking what's wrong in me
Thinking why people
See me like an ant
And keep downing me
Glaring me unrespectfully
Assumpting many things
Against me
And yes I'm hurt
I'm still a person
Person who feel hurt
A person
Who's prison in my own thought
I'm tire of living
Living in this world full of toxic
Living here is suicide
I may not vocal person
But I'm telling you I'm hurt
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Thoughts
PoetryI think wattpad created for those who wasn't personally vocal. I may not that good in writing but at least there's an app who would let me to write what im feelin'.
