I am broken.
You insist I am not.
You are fine.
Fine is not how I am defined
The hurt the pain the sorrow it's here.
From where you are you will not hear.
You won't try to hear the struggles, the pains, the cries
You will never hear. You will never try.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of Sad Sorts
PoetryHere are just collection of poems, quotes, and sorts. Created from rambled scattered thoughts. Most if not all display a depressive route. Everything that is present here may or may not get revised somewhere down the line.
