I'll be nineteen soon.
My mean school
makes me want to
end myself.
Or burn in Hell
itself.
Rosy words can't change the way I feel,
Nineteen may entail too much for this soul of mine.
I might be weak
or I might be sprinkling
the future with hyperbole.
But I don't seek
a stressful life - crinkling
under all the discrimination lowly.
Take me when I'm in my sleep.
Take me for the sake of my sanity.
Take me, Azrael, I won't peep.
Take me, God grant me your amnesty.
Worry, worry, worry.
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
but all you do is wail and worry.
Make haste and hurry.
Make me worry.
My eyes wet and blurry.
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Finding the Edge (Volume Two)
Poetry👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽 Auns Second Wattpad Poetry Book. Referred to as Volume Two of Aun's poetry book series on Wattpad, an evolutionary series where all books differ stylistically and thematically, are still different from one another but st...
