Why do I even try?
Why do I even write?
Where is my heart?
Why am I dying?
I know you see these?
Maybe you don't.
I can't believe,
You had me by the throat.
I'm hanging by a thread.
The worst thoughts inside my head.
Why can't I cry?
I think I need to get some rest.
My brain is strained,
My back and neck are Sprained.
Why does this world want me to go insane?¿
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
