her hands were shaking
and cold
her confidence
not bold
she's hiding it all
with a soft still smile
pushing people away
can only ease her pain
a girl
short
and stout
what does the world want from her?
just to see her pour out...
her hands
cold
bitter
and despair
"is anyone out there?"
"does anyone even care?"
"am I stuck just to replace and keep my happy face?"
then I'm done...
I'm done...
please, close the door
i want to be left for
the darkness...
YOU ARE READING
«Poems From A Lost Soul»
ŞiirI have a lot of feelings and shit I need to get out rn... you don't have to read it... its just rant writing
