Fall leaves

I wish so much I was like the fall leaves because those things are dead 


 I wish people cared enough about me but they don't.


i wish people would see the pain behind my eyes when I say I'm fine. 

I wish I was like the November light at 5 o'clock. Why? Because that's unexistent.


I wish people weren't such bitches and asked how I was for a change.


  I wish people could see that when I laugh and start crying it's because that's my coverup for all the pain that I went through that day. 

I wish I was like the wind. Because that at least is invisible. 

I wish people would see the real hurt when they do something rude instead of the fake laugh. 

Why? Because I wish I were dead. 




  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    I wish you hadn't writ this,
    When you are just thirteen;
    You don't, at your age, writ things ~
    Writ things that you don't mean!
    It must have been downpouring,
    Written in the rain;
    But when the stormy gales are gone
    The sun comes out again.

    ASJ ~ 2019

    Poetry is a thing that happens when you have so much to say but no one to say it to...... ASJ ~ (a long time ago)

    Tearfully but with kindest regards from Yorkshire, England.....Alan

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