I lay in bed,
And what do I see?
A dead little girl,
Who isn't me,
I try to get up,
But it's futile,
I find myself wanting to spill tears,
And, I do,
Because you will never understand,
What I still go through,
And, no matter what I say,
No matter how hard I try,
You don't believe,
And I understand why,
I have no proof,
I can't show how tired I truly am,
But, I want to,
You need to understand.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems [Book #1]
PoetryDuring the making of these poems, I went through different types of writing so some may suck, some may be deep, and some may be good, it all depends on you. My poetry DOES NOT focus on my life, I just enjoy writing dark things about OC's and stuff. ...