Why can't you see that I'm at my breaking point?
I cry myself to sleep at night, wondering why;
wondering why I have to be here...
I don't want to be here at all...but you're too blind to see because I'm wearing that fake smile of mine.
I'm at my breaking point,
but it doesn't seem to matter.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems (COMPLETED)
PoetryThis is just a series of poems that I write when I'm bored. Some are long, and some are short. Enjoy :)
