Everything's good
My circumstances aren't dangerous and people say nice things here
I'm safe
But I still feel so damn empty
My chest is a cage for a bird that is on its last note
The rusty bars are covered in scratches and indentations
They still hold it captive
It turns out
The sun can't shine if you have a rain cloud following you
I should get better
My problems have been swapped with new ones
The bird sings too much and people can hear it
I need silence
I can feel the edges of the cage start pushing onto my skin and there are marks on me from the bird's beak
I know you know
On its last note, but it sure makes it count
YOU ARE READING
~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!
