06-04-16
It's over, what do I have left?
I've ran dry.
Done with one school year on to the next
Why am I still here?
There's nothing to do.
Can't pass the time, sick of looking at you.
There's just one more thing, so I'm stuck here it seems.
Holding onto my sanity, I hang... I cling.
Why do they torture me?
With these frivolous task?
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Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
PoetryMars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.
