This is it?
This sentence is stuck in my head.
This is it.
We're done.
Even when I thought everything was alright after the sleepover, but surprise surprise it wasn't.
This is it.
I'm taking my eraser and my trash can.
Cleaning up the mess in my head.
This is it.
Right?
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
