There isn't much left
if you want the God's honest truth
and though there's more of me
I haven't enough will
to fill an inch of this room
There isn't much left
if you're wondering about my health
and though my flesh has thickened
I just allow the blade
to dig that much deeper
There isn't much left
if you were asking about my school work
and though I'm turning in assignments
I dont think I will be around
to see my scores
Liked your poem very
Liked your poem very much, do hope you are still around to make even more poetry. Good read about teenage life.
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