Is that a cut.
Is that a slit.
They all ask you.
But you wont admit.
All the pain.
And the tears you cry.
They say you live in sweaters.
You say yeah why?
Just a frown.
Just a tear.
You think it's okay now,
But it will soon become clear.
Just a phase.
It will pass.
What was that?
You cut with glass?
Just transparent.
Just invisible.
You can do better than that.
Just be sensible.
Just a prank.
Just a joke.
Its all okay
Until you're all broke.
Just a game.
Just a lie.
It's all okay.
Until you die.
YOU ARE READING
They Say I'm Messed Up
PoezjaCover made by: lost_dreamz :) Just a bunch of poems or my feelings for the day. Or incase sometime I have some feelings inside I need to let out. Don't judge what I write it's my book and if you don't like it then you can exit out of the book. And t...
