I know things are bad.
Because I'm heavy and tired
my heart aches slightly
and I just want to go away.
It feels like somebody fired
A bullet of sadness into my soul
and I want to die.
God, I want to die.
And I want to curl up and stare at a wall.
And I don't want to eat.
And I know things aren't fine.
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[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-
