I can paint,
Listen to music,
Play computer games,
Write stories,
Even poetry.
I can distract myself with everything and anything
But at the end of the day,
All the thoughts,
Everything,
Comes back to my mind.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
