I can never get it out my head
All the things I could've said
Now I just lay and wait in bed
With stress and doubt inside my head
I can't speak my words as clear
Cause I'm riddled with fear
Pain and doubt are all I see
But no one can see the real me
Lonely and forgotten
The kid that was left
Abandoned by the world
And left like a mess
My mind is clouded
My judgement is skewed
My kindness is taken
And always abused
My heart left in pieces
That turn into dust
Everytime I try
To pick myself up
My body is tired
Though I try my best
And hope that one day
I'll finally have rest
YOU ARE READING
poems of the past
Poesíapoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
