I don't know why
When I cry, you smile
I don't know why
Pain makes me high
I don't know why
So maybe everything you say is a lie.
I don't know how
To make you feel better
I don't know how
You could write such a letter
So full of hate
And harmful chatter
I don't how
But this world is torture
And some way, some how
Being dead sounds fun
Cause life is a race i can't run.
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I have this poem posted on Mibba as well.
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PoetryA compilation of poems written by Kimberley (me). Note the title is not a theme but it represents what these poems mean to me.