I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you,
And I'm sorry if my soul is to dark for you.
Just please stop asking me if I'm ok,
Because I'm tired of lying to you.
And I guess I'm just a mess,
And maybe I'm just lonely,
Or just bitter.
But I know my head's a storm,
And my chest is empty.
So who cares if one more light goes out,
In a sky full of a million stars.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
