maybe my problems aren't real
i think my brain is the creator
of this whole ordeal
every night
i sit and cry
with no problems in sight
cold metal on my skin
for no reason
relapsing again
im 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.
