Im afraid to say something profound.
Maybe it'd be better if I was six feet underground, I've found.
As I lay on the ground,
I listen to the sound
Of the rain.
The world is full of pain
And that's okay,
But I'm not.
Maybe it'd be better if these words were never written;
Always stuck in the back of my throat.
Yet here I sit and write
In spite.
Words soaring like a kite
in the sky.
The world may never know why,
I think,
As I die.
More angsty shit 4 u
I'm on a roll recently
So I might be posting more crap haha prepare yourself
YOU ARE READING
the stars are ugly
Poetry((((Shit vibes)))) Enjoy my book of terrible poetry (if it can be called that)
