Hey, are you okay?
Ya, I'm fine!
No, I need help.
You look upset...
Nah, I'm just tired.
I want to die.
Do you want to talk or something?
Nothing to talk about!
More than anything.
Question.
Answer.
Reality.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
