Palms on my face
I feel like waste
I can’t taste
Can I be erased?
My world is crashing
Darkness won’t stop slashing
The pain is smashing
Nothing ever stops lashing
Tired of crying
Frustrated of sighing
Given up trying
Why can’t I be dying?
Stumbling down the slope
Without holding any rope
I can’t see hope
How am I suppose to cope?
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I like your poem, though I wish there was someway I could help you.
🙂