I feel like weekends should be happy
Lazy and free,
a time of joy and possibilities, despite all work.
Not full of tears, guilt, and overall, just, bad.
Bad thoughts, bad emotions.
I don't like weekends,
when they're all just crushing empty spaces that I can't seem to fill.
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-
