Aesthetic Writings

Lost Souls

Group of lost souls
Gathered here today
We all sit in silence
And don't know what to say.
If we shared our secret
You would probably run
You would turn your back
And laugh a shit ton.
People think we're actors
But we don't wear gold
Others think
Its our hearts we have sold.
In all honesty...
Now cover your ears
Close your eyes
Maybe grab some beers.
We're the depressed children
The sad teens
Now if you want to kill us,
Go ahead, by all means.