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.
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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
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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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