okay then, because you requested...feel somewhat weird doing this!!! Here is one really small one. And Sial, ive no experience either. Frankly i hate poetry but, poetry is an escape for me...so i only like personal poetry....
Well here goes nothing!
The world is cold.
Im freezing freezing cold.
This brezze is not pleasing or healing.
When it rains it pours, it pours large drops.
Im sore and my life cannot bare this no more.
Where to go is the quetion.
I do know, i wanna session.
But i want away from that game,
even from this life everyday,
It really really is not what they say.
The horrid heat, the sinking snow?
Where ever the **** will i go?
it dont really matter though,
the anxiety will always ****ing show.
The plane, the boat?
do i fly high or hoverly float.
Right now im quickly sinking,
im soon drowning.
With every next blinking,
my worries are thinking.
How can i expect the best,
when all i want to forever rest.
Inside me is a beast,
please soon be deceast and grow some mould,
but also, six foot under is too cold.
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