they always say to
‘get up and fight
for if you do
you’ll reach the light’
but sometimes its easier
to lie down and cry
for fighting is harder
than letting yourself die
still somehow, someway
we still live on
from that small flame inside us
that won't let us be gone
could it be that an angel
dwells within us all
giving us strength
when we fall?
or could it be a demon
whos laughter and spite
compels us to try
and survive the night
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoezjaA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
