I Dont No Poem by Eleanor Ransom

.the worlds crumberling benth my feet,

truths and lies all messed up,

ander and hete all around me, closing me in,

the that tears pool beneth my feet are slowly drowning me in sorrow,

every things spinning, a blurr- all mixed into one.



the cracks are starting to show,

my emotions are slipping through,

i almost started crying today all because of you,



im not sure and more,

i dont no what to do,



ive made mistakes,

but so have you.



y is it me falling,

being punished for things i didnt do?



the regret i feel,

is crushing me,

everything is comming apart,

and i dont no what to do.



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