Poems from Nothingactually
The worst thing about about it? I wake up sad, and I go to school sad, I leave school sad, and then I finally go to bed sad. And then I...
What is the point?
If the money drowns out all of our voices
What do we do?
If our brothers and sisters are being shot dead around us
Well...
This is no kissing scars
Flowers don’t grow where you bleed
Things like that don’t happen
At least not when you’re me
The night sky cried with me
And some of the heartache faded away
If tears were blood
I could finally get what I want