When the days get bad 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 to 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.
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Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
