Literature
Don't Read Me
Didn't you read the title?
I can't make you heal.
So just be on your way,
Are you reading still?
I am a hopeless poem,
With no purpose in life.
Blood is not my ink,
From the wound of life.
So you can leave now,
There is no point to me.
Go on! Scat!
There's nothing to see.
I could be your inspiration,
The very poem that steals,
Your heart away tonight,
And catch you in the feels.
Nope! Not me!
I am worthless by far.
It's time-wasting to read me,
Yet, here you are.
Of course, why would you leave,
When there's so much left to be heard?
But, I'm just a poem saying nothing,
In so many words.
If you aren't leaving, I will,
I am thoroughly ann