It's hard to not want,
The end of your world.
A town with no happiness,
Can never be a home.
Lips sealed with moments of sorrow,
And none repeat your name.
Can not live when I am hollow,
With all of this pain.
Living here can't go on,
It's hard not to jump with rope.
Kids outside play dark children's games,
As I sit and scream.
It's hard not to want it,
The end of my world.
Why bother resisting desire,
And just call it enough.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Who is He?
ŞiirA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
