i write poetry
to escape the havoc
that my thoughts have caused
inside my mind
i smile brightly
to convince everyone
that I am fine
i laugh a lot
to assure myself
that i'm still alive
i cry pathetically
because you left me
all alone
when you died
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Puisiit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
