I don't even know what I'm doing
It's kind of hard to explain
Now that I'm left with nothing
I'm pacing around, insane
Nothing makes sense anymore
I'm locked up in this maze
Like water when it's boiled,
Everything seems to fade
YOU ARE READING
The Blurple Sunflowers
PoetryA collection of poems made by my sister. *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
