The drop of a pencil

Are you sure its just fine or is it something else?

I walk beneath the guy i like
who never notices me?
and i ask is this my fatal day?
why do i walk the earth
when i walk without trust
the earth is trust
which is not me
i deserve none of this
my bad luck has come and why?
ever since the day
i dropped my pencil
thats when i felt like
i wanted to die......

Author's Note

I worked hard on this don't just think its nothings it hard work for all poets

Reviews

[Joe]

This is an interesting poem. Good rhythm and word choice. Great job! Keep it up!