My insides want you to listen
You just need your ears wide open
You can call a therapist
But their words won't even help me exist
I just wanna keep all of my problems
Because if you listen,
My words will be nonsense
Instead of you listening
I just wanna get my stuff and start throwing.
Crying.
Until I feel that I'm dying
Sometimes don't wanna wake up in the mornings
YOU.
You are the reason.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Thơ caTHIS IS NOT A STORY. I REPEAT NOT A STORY. It's about all of my poems that I have in my notebook and I wanna share you guys all of the poems that I've created. The words are not deep and maybe the whole thing doesn't even make sense. But if you stil...
