I'm so so so tired,
Its like everything I touch burns in fire,
I've had my fair share of pain,
And become such a good liar,
That I think I know when I sound lame,
So of course I've always looked sane,
I can't find the end,
Like I've been left by myself to fend,
Always clinging to ghostly hope,
Even if I might break if I continue to bend,
With closed eyes I'll hang on to the rope.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
