I'd like to tell you
the secrets I keep.
The scars and pain,
and the endless nights sleep.
How much I hate myself.
How tired I am.
But I can't.
No. That isn't part of the plan.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Puisi[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
