They said to be happy
But darling
How can I be happy
When I'm dying inside
There are voices in my head
They follow me all around
Hiding in the nooks and crannies
Finding the deepest regrets within
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
