Sit in class and wonder why
Lookin at the grey ass sky
Wishin for something to come along
Waiting to find the fuckin place that i belong
Some say good and some say bad
Dont really know for sure its all just a sham
Nobody knows who the fuck i really am
Just sit in the corner letting depression consume me
All these cuts and scars theyre for a reason
Not many will understand
But its almost like a brand
How can i explain this?
Shit theres no way to do so
The only thing i know is when i do it i feel better
When i feel better sometimes i can smile
A smile wow the word seems so foriegn
Whens the last time i did that?
The only time i really do it is when others around
But when im all alone my mouth some how turns into a frown
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My Thoughts In Poems
PoetryJust a book of poems i kinda just came up with of my thoughts not really much but just expresses how i feel.
