Do not be greedy !!!

About teenage poetry on suicide and eternal happiness.

Is wasted…

I was within the endless my solitude house,
Miserable and moaning at each track of your time,
Where I found longing?
Or a heart left to freeze,
Icebergs into the stone,

This poem is speaking of the voices I struggle to get rid of every day.

You can’t shake this sense of sadness.

Your treatment is hard to take.

I have not fallen.

To think I turned my back on most of the world but honestly how much is the African American population that I’m a part of. Some People NOT Me… I finally realize the people who are making me the most miserable and they wonder why I don’t want to be them.

When I listen to bad news, I feel depressed,
And sometimes I wonder why I get so stressed –