a 3rd grade classic from 3rd grade me
Why is it when I need someone to talk to
I turn around to see a bunch of ghosts
Why is it when people say they'll walk with me down this road
I don't feel their company, I just feel alone
Why is it when people say they'll be with me when I need it the most
They say my brain is a wrecked battleship and its nothing but a ghost
YOU ARE READING
a bunch of crap on my notebooks
PoetryCover says it all also, trigger warning for some chapters also, again, not all of these are poems. just random things i think of then decide that it needs to be seen on paper. (you dont have to read this, i just have nowhere else to put these)
