Literature
It's Dark
im looking out my bedroom window
its dark in the sky with a tint sunset
trees move in the distant people coming towards me
what does it all mean?
My struggling art, and the abandoned hope
Ive tried to help others in society
but in the end, abusing my friendship
my help went out to help those with a broken heart
My words go unheard, and when i refuse to listen,
I become a sterotypical bastard
political plastic fingers get pointed at the like of me
and those like me are lost to one another
So sad how our species are losing sight in the world
mindless slow moving human creatures...
texting, not looking as they walk across the stre