Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
This world is my problem Society is the issue I used to confide the pain just to fit in This preordained infrastructure They say i'm just a grain of sand in the desert But sand can't move on its own, I shoot, **** and destroy Mentally scared Emotionally barred out I guess thats why im numb It's like I ain't got a concious **** every soul I see You can call me grim the reaper
0
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
Grim The Reaper
This world is my problem Society is the issue I used to confide the pain just to fit in This preordained infrastructure They say i'm just a grain of sand in the desert But sand can't move on its own, I shoot, **** and destroy Mentally scared Emotionally barred out I guess thats why im numb It's like I ain't got a concious **** every soul I see You can call me grim the reaper
Written by
22/M/Cali
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem