You think I'm a snob?
YOU DON'T KNOW ME
You think I'm selfish?
These are the only things
I have left of me.
I don't even know if there's
anything left of me!?
I'm shattered
and lost.
So lost.
I don't know where to go.
I walk in a dark room
filled with my passion
The pictures hung
waiting for its beauty
to be revealed.
When I'm in here
I'm found.
I'm filled
with wonder
and hope.
But when I get out
even if the days
are filled with light
the people
are dark within.
The people whom I trust the most
hurt me.
Once again
I'm lost.
I sit in the corner
grab a blade
and hope to be found again
this must be the only way,
I say.
Written by: jme_28
I wrote this poem last 2 or 3 months ago so yeah. I have this red notebook containing all the poems that I wrote. This one's pretty old but I wanted to share every single poem =))
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Little Red Notebook
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