i'm tired, i'm sick of hearing this.
why oh why is this happening?
is there something wrong with the world?
why does this keep happening?
i cry, i scream but no one seems to hear me.
is my voice not loud enough?
or do i really have a voice?
i stare, i think i know what you're up to.
popularity. what else? winning?
i'm sick, i'm tired.
i think i'll be gone soon enough,
i don't want to read anymore of this stuff.
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really now, what's the point?
YOU ARE READING
Head and Heart starts with the letter "H" just like Heaven and Hell
Poetrycompilations of short story poems. some of them came with my frustrations, others came out with lies but i call it fiction, some started out with cries but i ended up laughing instead. all in all i got confused along the way and it came out like tha...
