So I will be putting an old poem I wrote and writing it in the same way but redoing it.
Who am I, you ask?
Who am I
Look and you will see
My hair is a mess
My eyes watching carefully
My arms strong to help carry your problems
My hands ready to wipe your tears
My heart open for anyone who cares
I'm here to listen to everything you have to say
I never would betray you
My friends call me weird
I live a life that is always busy
I hope to have a happy future with the people I love
I dream for the people I love to be ok
It's all clear as can be.
That is me
Who am I, you ask?
Who am I
Look and you will see
My hair is a mess as always
My eyes letting tears fall slowly
My arms weak from the weight I carry
My hands to hopefully catch myself when I fall
My heart beating slowly
I'm here, barely
But I would never tell you all my pain
My friends, they worry
About the life I live behind the curtains
I hope to make it to twenty
I dream to stay alive for my loved ones
It's not clear for others who can't see
That is me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the lost souls
PoetryHere you will find a lot of more depressing poems I have created. Most of them currently reside in a different book of mine so I will slowly transfering them all into her.
