Does it get better? That's a question I ask myself a lot i have realized at school I act like I'm happy in front of family I act happy but there's this feeling inside my I'm dying screaming yelling just to be heard yet not heard yet I'm getting more and more depressed hiding who I really am as time goes by things only get worse for me I don't know why I don't know how or well anything
YOU ARE READING
poems are back
Poesíathis is my "book" where all I write is my feelings into poems each chapter (it's not so great but it helps me I think)
