More poems by the_forgotten_one776

my life

You think you have it bad? You think you’re in pain?

I’m at that place where thares no whare to tern.

Whare all you family contently fights and wishes you would just die.

Whare the one you love doesn’t know you excised and you’d do anything to get her to notice.

Whare you friends are slowly starting to hate you and you don’t know why.

Whare you wish you could run away but thares now whare to run to.

Whare you dad wont even ecnalage the fact you excised.

You think you have it dad? Try living my life.