Problems Poem by Alicia Roseberry
Problems
my problems cause pain,
they hurt,
and sometimes cause blood to spill,
hate and pain fill the void that is my heart,
i may not be dumb but im not that smart,
blood spills from my mouth and into my heart,
i sink to the floor,
living is such a chore,
i wish i was dead to many times anymore,
life sucks,
all i have are problems,
and those problems never go away.
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