let me by


everyones broke, dont understand
everyones broke, dont understand
let me by,
let me by

time flies
in the dark
like a shadow
through my soul
in an earth
that is cold
in a world
that is bold

no one to hear;
no one to hold
i am whats left
of their jagged mold
i feel old,
feel like stone
all i am
is skin and bone

everyones broke, dont understand
everyones broke, dont understand
so let me by,
let me by

I'm pretty sure everything I say
is just a quiet cry for help.
I express my joy, a smile on my face—
but if you read between the lines,
you'll see me melt.

I mask my pity in beautiful words,
my word *****—
strung into sonnets,
and called art.

I beg them to read,
to open their eyes and see,

to hear at my pleas—
look at me, and weep.

But I'm a pathetic poet,
I yearn to be understood.
Yet, they only read my work,
and call it good.