Roman Chebukin Poet Bio

A Burden of a Broken Soul

I fall to my knees an pray that my life would change,
cause i am tiered of people looking at me so strange. 
They see right threw me, all the way to my heart and soul,
but they cannot see past what they are looking for.

The floor has crumbled beneath my knees,
for i have hit it so much times that i am starting to think that its all a teas.
A teas that is getting on my nerves,
i am just scared that it might all end up with someone having to go to a nurse. 

I cant take this pain anymore, its like sharp needles in your eyes,
and when you go to pull them out it feels like its dry ice.
The Burden i have carried all my days is starting to get heavy,
all the bull*****and remarks from people is really ****ing cherry.

So now i go cause of the pain and suffering, i have to walk around with a mask on my face,
just to hide my scars and wounds that these ****ers left on me as a disgrace.
My heart has cracked to many times before,
i try to bandage it up but it still feels way to sore.

The Burden of my life is nothing like you ever seen before,
it has allot of ticks and treats for you that you just cannot ignore. 
When you see these things you will no,
that i got a life and A BURDEN OF A BROKEN SOUL.

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