Done With This Poem by Beatrice Sharpe
Done With This
There's no air in my lungs
It's hard to breathe
On my shoulders rest tons
But still, you won't listen
My body's in shivers
I can't stop to think
Your words are like slivers
Cutting into my heart
The tears are drying
On my cheeks
I'm done with trying
You don't try for me
Monday, November 22, 2021
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