The storms, they tell me that I'm not the only one crying.
I am drowning beneath the waves of life
Yet dying from thirst at the same time,
Like feeling everything at once then feeling nothing at all.
Not everyone is happy, for even white roses have black shadows
And my demons are screaming, but I say nothing at all.
Everyone thinks I've gotten better
But I haven't
I keep saying I'm tired
But I don't mean it in the way you think.
Feeling like I have no control, watching and waiting...
...for what?
I'm not going to fight back this time.
People say sticks and stones break bones,
But the words are the ones leaving me numb,
And the only ones who think otherwise,
Are behind the gun.
Smothered in darkness, clutching my pillow in the middle of the night,
"No one understands you, everyone hates you,"
The demon's whisper, and I believe them.
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Poetry
PoesíaI have to write poetry for school projects so I thought I'd post them here! Enjoy!
