stained red.

February 11, 2016

sometimes, "tired" can't be healed with a nap,

when i tell you i'm sleepy, i mean that my mind is exhausted.

it seems to be one thing after other,

and my mind simply cannot rest,

in fear that my grades won't be good enough,

or my parents won't be proud enough.

i crave to be something.

i crave to be remembered.

i don't want to be meaningless in this pathetic world,

stained with crime and guilt.

i want to live.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>