I do care about things,
But I can’t make it across this
This canyon without my courage.
There’s a wall in front of me.
I don’t understand why my body is under
Leave me be.
Don’t hurt what I’ve got left.
I need this scrap of my heart to keep beating,
Or I’ll stop breathing.
I promise I wouldn’t hurt myself,
That I wouldn’t shed a tear.
But you don’t understand...
It’s difficult for me to say what’s on my mind
Without being stereotyped.
i did it
i hurt you and myself
ill go now
dont question it
Most of my poems are very serious unless i say otherwise in my comments. I have been very defensive lately about my writing, and myself, because of many rude comments. Most arent on here.