pain
Pain
You don’t know the pain i feel,
I look at life “it isn’t real.”
I cry I weep I moan I groan,
I hate this place that I call home.
I wake up i feel the same,
I go to school and hide the pain.
Everywhere I go i'm numb,
Sometimes i feel like i’m dumb.
I feel i should take the life,
But i continue to drop the knife
Or i shall use a gun,
But my soul will hide and run
My love will never understand,
I fall I feel like I am sand.
I’m treated like I am a prop,
Sometimes I feel like I should drop.
I wrote this poem so i could heal,
This emotional pain that i feel.
Kaycee sweet
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