My mind is raged
My brain is bruised
All theses emotions won't come through
I wanna move on but I won't let me
It's like I have something against me
I'm never happy I'm just numb
I hate this person I've become
But what's the point if I'll end up the same
I just need answers but no one explains
It's alright you'll get better
But I feel this lasts forever
Get out more and clear your head
But my bed is my tomb and my brain is dead
YOU ARE READING
poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
