Just a bunch of really old really shitty shorter ones that i'll put all in the same chapter i guess.
This year i stop worrying about when im gonna die but how im gonna live.
A drink for you, a drink for me and a drink for all my insecurities.
i wish i could see you the same way you see me, as just friends. If it was like that imagine how much easier life would be...
i dont wanna go but if i stay its not like youre gonna love me anyways.
The funny thing is, the ones who seem the strongest take things the hardest.
Dont expect me to admit defeate just because you hurt me doesnt mean you have me beat.
If you look into my eyes you can read all the stories i try so hard to hide.
Pretty girl why are you always hiding your face? Hidden things are the hardest to embrace.
YOU ARE READING
Crooked Thoughts
PoetryAll the thigs I could never explain trying to be explained. Just putting feelings into words I guess. I guess it's slightly triggering but what Isint these days.
