Some do drugs,
others go for a run.
But in the end
we're all just searching
for that tiny space,
perhaps a hole,
that gives us shelter
from the terrible reality
of the world.
YOU ARE READING
The answers that aren't true
PoesieJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
