The tv plays downstairs,
I know you all are gathered there.
I'm just in my room...
Holding in the tears.
I'm up here
all alone with my mind
Don't worry
It's all fine
Just red tears falling
Painting the floor with my life
You'd scream if you saw
Good thing I'm never around
A stranger at home
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoésieJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
