All my life
My world is nothing,
But a blank piece of paper,
No marks,
No words,
Nothing
I feel like people are not in my world
I feel like Im dying
I notice because in my world the trees are thinner,
The grass is brown,
No flowers,
No nature
There are just some things I don't get,
Nobody gives a rats ass about me,
But if Im gone my world is pouring rain,
But there is lightning
Maybe its because I wasted my world,
Maybe its just a question mark?
