I can't stand it anymore
I don't want to be alive
Left as a puddle on the floor
Nothing here for me to strive
How can it go from good to bad
It isn't fair to live like this
Don't think it's normal to feel this sad
Guess I'm going to get used to this
"The grass is greener on the other side"
Then, how much brown grass is left to tread?
Must I learn to deal with it and abide?
Or, will it just be me alone, left for dead . . .
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay~
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A/N~
I'm sorry, I know this one is depressing 🙈
-Eli 🐁💚
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
