yes my new poem is my last one of my life im done writing im done at least thats what i think if u have any comments at all feel free to state you opion should i stay or should i go u tell me
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
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Everything I do seems to never be enough
everything I say seems to fade away
everything I am is never enough
everything I'm not is what they make of me
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My heart burns with fire
as my eyes rain with desire
my mind dies in passion
as my body lives in satisfaction
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How now my pain grows
my heart bleeds at every beat
growing in pain every second I wait
I ask my self what should I do
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I walk through my day
Lost and confused
Always thinking, thinking this
Who am I
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