You know everything happens for a reason.
You may not know that reason.
Or why it had to happen.
But there is a reason for everything.
It hurts to look back.
To see what you did.
Who you use to be.
Who your friends use to be.
Don't look back.
Keep going.
Don't pay attention.
Keep your head held high.
Others may see you strong.
That's what you want.
You don't want them to know you're hurting.
You do that when no ones around.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me, What I Feel, What I See
ŞiirPoems that i make. They may be about my thoughts, actions, or just about anything i think of. Please don't judge, i know I'm not the greatest. Have a good Day
