poor poor baby
all alone in the
world with nothing
to grab as it falls.
It's fragile head
needs to rest becasue
the big bad world is
just to much.
and of course no one
can help. no one knows
what it's going through.
no one else feels like this.
What do want of me?
To rock you as you
cry?
You scream for help,
into you shiny new phone,
that no one understands.
how could we with our
happy smiles that know
nothing else.
You look at old photos
that remind you of a
simpler time that has
quickly faded away.
You say our words mean
nothing and your right.
What do we know?
We can't cry.
You think life is just
not worth living and
I think that is what
you said last time
but I'll still try to
cry at your funeral.
Author notes
You've caught me at a very strange point in my life. Please forgive this venting poem. Truth needs to vent sometimes.
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Welcome back, here is your title prompt:
'Fading photographs'
Take it where you will, good luck XD name in AN aswell please
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