Some days are good.
I can smile freely and my laugh is light.
But some days are dark.
And frightening at night.
Where I want to curl up in a corner
And ignore it all
I don't want to eat
And I want to jump off the wall.
But some days are good
But I know dark times lurk ahead
And fear pummels my heart
And slowly fills me with dread
Will this ever end?
No
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poesía[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-
