you suffer the abuse
and you accept the harassment
but eventually you figure it out...
people don't care.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesíai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
the ugly (but fairly obvious) truth
you suffer the abuse
and you accept the harassment
but eventually you figure it out...
people don't care.
