i hate my weaknesses
they make me who i am
we are who we aren't
and we don't know what we are.
saying something about anything
won't make anything worse.
but saying nothing about something
will only stop it from getting better.
anybody can be somebody
but not anybody can see
that somebody isn't everything
because everything is too much
they're all in pain
and the pain is the loneliness
and the lonely die alone
because alone is their world.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi 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.))
