I know how you feel
when you're alone,
lying on your bed,
looking at your phone
as if it's meant
to bring you peace from
all the demons tugging
at your head.
You ask yourself:
'who in the world will love me?'
and you should always
remember how no one will
not ever,
unless you love
yourself.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.