My heart is a black hole
It's been rolled in pins
Stabbed with knifes
But it's only been seen by my eyes
No one knows what it's like to be me
And sometimes I ask myself
To be or not to be
My tears are as sharp as glass
But sometimes people never bother to ask
For they know what is going on
For they know how long
I've been asking my self
To be or not to be
But yet I smile and laugh through the pain
And I walked in the endless rain
But I still ask my self
To be or not to be
The sun never comes up
No the sun doesn't down upon me
Because it knows I ask myself
To be or not to be
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I'm Not A Tree
PoetryI like writing poems just like everyone else. There are sad and happy poems within this book, some are just plain weird haha. But it's fun and creative and give it a try.
