I see no more beauty,
Ain't that a shame,
Now the world's all the same,
Gray,
Gray,
Everyday,
The world is broken,
But not my walls,
Now those stand,
Twice as tall,
Guarded,
Guarded,
And angry,
But that's okay,
I feel nothing anyway.
YOU ARE READING
Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
