Surrounded by faces.
People all around,
and nothing in my heart.
The emptiness inside.
Rips at the deepest places.
I feel alone in my room.
People call out to me,
And yet I stay inside.
Because when I come out,
Problems arise from my presence.
So I will stay inside,
But don't worry.
I'll be ok.
Eventually I'll learn.
How to function properly.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Parts Of The Story
Puisithis is gonna be a book full of poems that tackle the idea of dark romanticism. I have recently began writing again so I wanna start on a clean slate. like and comment as you feel and hope you enjoy! It is done I have finished this book
