Dying Like A Tree - Poem by troy white
What's this evil i awoke too?
What gives you the right to come while i sleep?
You laid upon me a blanket of depression,
Covering my soul with sadness
And filling my eyes with tears.
Imprisoning me alone in my dark cell.
Why must you make me feel so empty?
I fear how much more i can take, am i going insane?
Feeling so hopeless i pray for death
To come for me, angry he never shows.
Boiling with hate knowing he's laughing.
Why is this happening to me?
When is it going to end?
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