You talk to yourself
In the dead of the night
You repeat all your lies
To explain how you're alright
But you won't listen
To anything you say
And you begin to wonder
Why you do this anyway
You feel like with every moment
You lose more of your mind
Because this isn't normal
But you still say you're fine
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoésieUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
