Oh baby
this town isn't for us
Shadows
Sadness
People with words as sharp as knives
(life is a game?
life is a joke.)
You
and I
are made of the sun
and the light
and joy
We can't survive
in this world so cold
We waste away
Souls freezing
(this is no place
for humans)
Too scared to go forward
Too late to go back
Frozen in place
It's a trap, it'satrap, itsatrap
But it doesn't matter.
let's just pretend we don't
feel it
Like everyone else
Waiting till we freeze over
Cold and silent
Frigid and broken
Like everyone else
YOU ARE READING
Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
