It is a very sad story
That I will tell you now
There aren't pride or glory
Just hurt and pain
And if I cry, don't worry
And don't scary if I scream loud.
It starts with what people call rain
I call it... Nothing. It's not important.
My name is When and
All I wanna know is Why not now?
There are no rhymes in this Poetry
All my setences are crimes against me
All I do is hurt myself 'cause I hate me
I have no faith. I have no plan.
I decide to stop all my poetries
Write is just hurting me
And the climax of pain is when
She reads and say "I love it"
'Cause she loves my poetry
But She can't love me...