Make it stop,
please,
shut the hell up,
I can't do this anymore,
I'm tired,
I can't sleep,
I can't even cry anymore,
I'm empty inside.
Just let me go,
I'll watch you while I'm sitting on a cloud,
the legs dangling
and a smile on my face.
I'll take care of you all.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for who needs it
Poetrypoetry isn't meant to cure pain but to testimoniate it.
