When will enough be enough?
When will time stop?
When will the problems go away?
When will the thoughts go away?
Why can't I sleep at night?
Why can't I seem to speak properly?
Why can't you give it to me straight?
Why am I being shielded? I've already seen the reality of the world.
When will everything bad stop and the good stuff start pouring back in?
When will I stop?
When is your stress going to be too much to handle?
These things, you probably don't think of. I do. I think of them every single time I'm alone. I think of what'll happen later.
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poetry cafe ; COMPLETED
Random....hailey is typing just a little poetry to get everyone through life. · · · · · · · · · · · · this is meant for creative out flow guys! meaning you ARE allowed to use them. i'm not sure if you would want to but as long as you...
