As I lie here deep in my thoughts
I wonder why am I sad
Is there truly a reason
Or am I just sad
The fact that I'm even questioning it
Must mean something, right
I've never truly been happy
At least not for a while
Whenever I'm "happy", I'm dead inside
The smiles on my face are forced
If you saw me in bed with sore, red arms
You'd think of me differently
Don't lie
There are things that I've never said out loud
Things that I never plan to
Because tonight with me they die
As I fulfill my long desired wish to fly
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Bits of Poetry
PoetrySo, these are a bunch of poems I've written. I don't know if they're any good, so feedback is always appreciated. Thanks ever so! Updated description: These got really depressing because they're mostly about my inner feelings. I'll probably delete a...
