Sometimes, in my selfish moments,
I wish someone had noticed before I was too late to save.
Sometimes, in the dark of the night,
I wish someone noticed now and tried to save me.
Sometimes, caught in my dreams,
I wish someone knew me well enough to see how fake it is.
Sometimes, when I believe in wishes,
I wish that I wasn't lying when I said I was fine.
Sometimes, when I have faith,
I wish I would spill all these dark secrets.
Sometimes, if the world has mercy,
I don't feel like dying.
Sometimes, a moment of clarity.
I wish there were more times.
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No rhymes. Sorry. :/
Still okay? Did the lack of rhyming make it bad?
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Almost a poet
ПоэзияI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
