everyone asleep
me, still awake
silently crying for help
as sobs escape me
no one hears me
i am alone
friends
they say they would be there for me
even at 4 am
but that was a lie
i didn't say anything
i hid behind a smile
so they never knew what was really happening
they don't know that i'm still awake
while the rest of the world is silent
no one knows what really happens
late at night
when i am alone
with my demons
So, this is a 'poem' of sorts I thought up in geometry. I was having a pretty shitty day yesterday and tuesday, so I decided to try writing something. Is it good or bad? Should I continue to (try) and write poetry?
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Non-Fiction•and then you realize you've spent hours memorizing every little thing about a boy who will never know your name• This is basically my life journal. I'll talk about my life, mostly about how my days are going, school, and much of my depression and s...
