maybe my problems aren't real
i think my brain is the creator
of this whole ordealevery night
i sit and cry
with no problems in sightcold metal on my skin
for no reason
relapsing againim my own demon
making problems
without reason
YOU ARE READING
poems from a sad girl
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've written and maybe some other things. I know they aren't good but my friends told me I should put myself out there. Anyways, hope you enjoy.