It's all just in my mind.
You can't see what you can't find.
But do you see the scars?
The reckless driving in cars?
Looking down from up high?
The endless staring at the sky?
Constant wish to be alone
But never wanting to be home?
The random times in which I cry?
The look in my eye of wanting to die?
You can't see into my brain.
But do you see the signs of pain?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
