Oh mother, what have I done?
I have done nothing to deserve this.
From every punch to my face
To every cigarette pressed on my skin,
I've done nothing to cause me to sin
I wondered,
What it would be like to never go home.
I once dreamt about a day
I continued to walk astray.
Never turning to the left,
Nor turning to the right,
Never turning around,
Ignoring every sound
I cover my ears,
Then comes out the fresh hot tears
Never wanting to feel the same pain,
Why would I fight when there's nothing to gain?
Should I give up?
Should I keep the dim light of hope in my heart?
Should I try to escape and run away?
Or should I stay here until my body decays?
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99 Poems
Poesíaa compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
