Somedays I feel too alone,
and other days
not alone enough.
Writing brings me joy,
makes me feel like someone else.
Now with you gone,
I feel a bittersweet.
Sometimes I am happier,
but I never feel like me.
YOU ARE READING
NORMAL THINGS | Poetry
PoesíaMy thoughts are too crazy to be said. And too loud to be unheard. ~ A Collection of Revised Poetry ~
