Sing me to sleep.
Wipe my mind free....
Because lately,
All I've been able to sing
Is the lullaby of the unhappy,
The ones awake at 3.
"Why am I so alone?
Where is everyone?
Can't they see me....
Tearing up inside?
Can't they see the demons
Leaking from my eyes?
They said they were here-
Where are they now?
That's right....
I'm alone
Because of these fears,
I isolate myself.
So, they know nothing...
I said I was fine,
With this simply plastered smile."
We're all just sad teens
With a false sheen
And heavy thoughts.
Trying to get though everyday.
Trying not to disappoint anyone,
Especially ourselves.
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Chevron Notebook
PoesíaA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
