No more of this world!
Do they truly wish my sorrow?
I told them to stop,
but go is the only thing they do.
They just don't care,
for who I am, they bully.
No more no more,
I can't present this poem.
No more no more,
I have to hide my feelings.
My family is still not happy,
they look me with their eyes;
blood red, from all the anger;
I had gotten a 70 again.
They beat me and beat with those words,
scaring me for tomorrow.
We are doing this for your future,
is it really worth it?
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
No more of this world!
Do they truly wish my sorrow?
I told them to stop,
but go is the only thing they do.
They just don't care,
for who I am, they bully.
No more no more,
I can't present this poem.
No more no more,
I have to hide my feelings.
My family is still not happy,
they look me with their eyes;
blood red, from all the anger;
I had gotten a 70 again.
They beat me and beat with those words,
scaring me for tomorrow.
We are doing this for your future,
is it really worth it?