Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
My insides are falling out And won't let me sleep I pray to gods I don't believe And he forgets to see I cover it all you know Beneath my sleeves I'm filled with kindness You don't receive Am I a mistake Why do you leave I try my best I promise I'll leave you be