Messy hair, without a care.
A big sweatshirt, my will to flirt.
A rainy day, no sunshine.
Cold weather; Winter time.
Long-dead roses, still preserved.
Vintage clothes, still cool to me.
The colour white, so pure and fine.
Love letters with a little rhyme.
Black and white pictures, real time.
Christmas lights, hanging in Summer.
Cigarette smoke, flying in the wind.
Too broke to care; do it again.
Light pink clothing, a hint of black.
A sarcastic book, a great comeback.
Long, long dresses, ready to flow.
The fourth of July, the lights that glow.
Sitting underwater, until I can't breathe.
Thoughts of life, when I should be asleep.
An old-tuned piano, the memories it shares.
Seeing the beauty of life, without a care
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
