My Treasure - Poem by Veronika Bitkina
I wish, I never were born
I complicate too much,
The life is useless, doesn't match
With anything, with anyone..
I don't like feelings, they just hurt
There should be dangerous alert:
Just run away. Right now. Don't stay!
But it's not real to get away..
But anyway.. I don't require
Anything from anyone,
The only thing I am admire
Is building something useful. One.
I am so tired being here.
I am so tired be along.
I met already my best dear,
He doesn't like me, trade me on,
So I'm alone in that big world
I am so tired and so bored
And I don't need it with all pleasure
Just let him happy be, he's treasure..
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