I sit here in my bed.
Making up poems inside my head.
Sometimes I wonder,
What would I rather be doing instead.
I could be talking to my friends.
Maybe even playing games.
But instead I lay here dead.
YOU ARE READING
Poems That Speak From The Soul
PoetryLong ago my heart was full of life and love. Now it's full of depression and despair. These poems I write are what I feel. So enjoy this craziness that I feel. ~Candy {Not part of the Marvel Kids.}
