Under the bridge,
Water flows and tears glow.
Under the bridge,
Hides a girl in this world.
Under the bridge,
is all the thoughts that others cant read.
Under the bridge,
Glasses are needed to see.
Under the bridge,
Echos come from all ends.
Under the bridge,
You must be flexible,
everything involves a backbend,
Under my bridge,
Hides a girl in a world afraid to go out from the shadows of the bridge because people might be able to see, to read, her thoughts.
See the tears she's cried.
Hear the Echos of her whispered wishes.
Out in the real sunlight you have no need for those walls she built and therefore her New world will come to an end quicker than it can be lived in.
Under the bridge,
Lies the safety of the dark and the anonymity of your teary mask.
Under the bridge,
Lies my identity.
I'm sorry but I just got to writing. I'm also sorry if you hate it. It's not very emo or depressing but I think it isn't half as bad as it could have been. Well anyway if your reading this then you most likely read the whole thing. Thanks for that.
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Streams of tears lead to Rivers of sadness
Poetryjust some poems I write when I feel sad. maybe some stories too. if depression triggers you please don't tell me your hate. it's the last thing I need from people. I won't stop you from reading but please don't . also most of the time I won't have...
