I've been through a lot.
I've matured more than
I'm probably supposed to.
I've given advice
To people twice my age.
Advice I'm supposed to know
Nothing about.
And, yet.
When I lay in bed,
Staring at my white ceiling,
I can't help
But wonder.
Is it time
To finally let go?
Let go of the pain
I've hidden,
Of the tears
I kept in,
Of my thoughts
I never voiced.
Is it time to let go
Of the weight of the world
On my back
And let it all fall in place?
YOU ARE READING
Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...