I feel so small,
Unlike that big 'ol wall.
Pain is what I feel,
Oh ~ it's so real,
What is it's deal ?
Why can't it just leave me be ?
I just want to be the old me ~
Again.
Real laughs, smiles, and positivity.
Where did that all go..?
Just like that old bow ~
That I lost under my dresser.
Time stands still,
Like that dollar bill,
I wish this pain wasn't real..
I want to be the old me again...
Why is it so hard ?
Like these deck of cards,
Or when you have to rake people's yards.
Emptiness, loneliness, and sadness..
Are all that I feel..
And these feelings are very real..
I feel happiness at times..
But, they come and go like these rhymes..
Oh how I wish ~
Like that dirty dish ~
That I could be
The old me
Again ~
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..I can't remember when I wrote this...but I was feeling pretty down at the time..but yeah..
Tell me what you think pls..
FYI all poems I write..is about something that happened in my life recently..so pls remember that when you read them..
So.. yeah..bye.
Will probably write one today or three, idk we'll see.
Fuck I rhymed lol.
Anyways, bye.
* Runs off *
