In the dark of the night
The lamp glows
My hand burns as I write
But there's nothing to show
Nothing to be proud of atleast
My insecurities and problems all on one leaf
It's good....Just sad
Is my life really this bad?
I ask alot of questions
Don't I?
I just did it again
Moping is how my nights is spent
YOU ARE READING
Hollow Thoughts
PuisiPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
