His name was James.
He was a very friendly guy.
Everyone loved him.
Everybody thought that they knew him,
But they didn’t.
They all thought he was a happy guy,
But no.
You see,
James is my friend.
He had gone through a lot.
He lost his family,
But nobody knows that.
Nobody sees the tears in his eyes.
Nobody knows the battles in his mind.
No body knows that he’s already dead inside.
YOU ARE READING
Whole lot of poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I have written. Please enjoy! (Most of them suck and some of them might actually have some meaning to them.)
