as I lay here the world is still spinning,
as I lay here the wind still twirls,
as I lay here the people still talk as if nothing is happening,
as I lay here the moon still lights up the dark night,
as I lay here there is still laughter,
as I lay here there is love flowing through the imaginary waves,
as I lay here.
nothing changes.
as I lay here and think down on myself and wonder about ending it all,
nothing changes.
and I'm just another depressed teenager,
just waiting for death.
as I lay here.
A/N
mmm boi, I've been hella inactive (all thanks to school) but imma try and get my shit together and actually write more stuff. :-)
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Depressing Poetry From A Depressing Boy.
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I try to write.
