We tell ourselves
It's just grey sky
When we know
That really, it's smog
We tell ourselves
Some days are just bad
When we know their pain hasn't
just all of the sudden
started
We say to each other
The did it for attention
When we know that they want dead
We need to stop telling the sky that it isn't choking
And the depressed that it's just in their heads
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poesía((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
