When the days get bad and dry and bleak,
And it just gets worse week by week,
No one will listen to you speak.
And you want to scream. To yell and fight,
Make them listen to your plight.
No one but you can hear your noise,
Not over the screams of the other girls and boys.
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
