Tears can flow for days on end,
No one could know what was going on in her head.
It's like you're drowning,
And you can't clear your head.
Everyone thinks she's doing great,
But to her it feels as if she's starting to fade.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
