Here I lay
And here I stay
My legs are numb
And my head is dumb
Here I lay
An ugly day
The rain is grey
My personality, gay
I finally stand
And sit to talk
My voice turns strained
And soon I'm locked
I do not want
I do not feel
I do not hope
What is real?
YOU ARE READING
What the fucks the point anymore?
NonfiksiThis is a collection of true stories from me and poems that I bother to share. Enjoy I guess. Trigger warning: Depression, Anxiety, Cutting, Broken hearts
