Life is jagged.
Hate yourself and wish you could die.
Sometimes being with the ones you love can fix those terrible nights.
Can't express it, the way your feelings are.
You're not loved.
I think what you're saying is no one's up for the fight,
For the bumps that's on your highway.
May be crashes, but once it's paid for - it's forgotten.
Can't run away.
Have to keep the lights on to see where you are going.
Might hit rock bottom.
Keep going on strong and proud.
They care, not.
Know I do and I'm here for you,
Ariana.
You say your pieces are jagged and hard to keep up with,
But I found the missing piece and that one is me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Dearest Soul
PuisiPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
