Poems from BrittSymone
I feel...
Tired. Used. Frustrated.
Imperfect. Incompotent. Worthless and hated.
When even roses grew from concrete
Why does mine refuse to...
At our darkest hour
When we sit at our lowest
He is there, to hold us.
We look up although we cannot see,
for we are blinded by what use...
And I tried not caring
But this shit doesn't work.
Everytime I think about it, it hurts.
And it hurts worse
That you don't even care
I...
Like a baby born without a mother
Shit just don’t make sense
So how the hell can you walk around without a split lick of common sense...
Can’t you see my eyes are pouring?
The crowded streets, they’d rather be.
City halls & water falls.
Builded up to fall apart
Damaged...