well, i'm just making it through life, most of my poetry is very self-pitying and depressing, but that is because i am depressed.... which is hard to admit... but whatever, you're strangers, right? anyway, i'm waiting to see what happens. Sometimes i get really angry with myself, because i have so much to be happy about.... |
Another burn
another mark...
What only a fallen leaf could understand
my heart in ieces is their demand...
10 minutes of silence in chaotic death
a heartbreak, a whisper, a final breath...
She didn't know just how to smile
while inside she fell apart...