All this while, wasting time
Rolling around in all this grime
It should be a crime.
Waste everything you ever had
Run about acting mad,
It’s really only sad.
You’ve wasted away
No more being brave
So tell me, what made you cave?
Crack and fall to the ground
I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound
Why didn’t you come around?
I think I could have saved you
I would have helped you through
If only you had given me the cue.
YOU ARE READING
While in that dark place
PoezjaPoems written while in that dark place located in the back of every teenagers mind. Includes poems about getting out of that dark place.