i whisper
when i want to scream
i can barely walk
and i yet i want to fly
i've had good times
and bad
both have raised me so far
into who i am now
still i am nowhere near done
cause i've still got
al long way to go
YOU ARE READING
selfwritten
PuisiJust some poetry i made whenever i get bored or inspired. It usually doesn't rhyme,is usually sad and kinda depressing, but it makes sense to me. tell me what you think. :)
