And finally what I
thought was true,
isn't anymore
I yell what I know,
but they don't listen.
They proceed to lecture
me over what they do not know.
I thought I was happy,
but I was just living.
This whole week is crap.
This isn't a poem anymore.
Just me typing whatever
Because I'm sick of crying.
And this rain.
Can I just go into a hole or
something lol.
YOU ARE READING
shades of the heart | me
Poetry//What do I know// It's amazing how you think you know someone so well then one day you come to see that you really don't know that person at all. And you wonder what that says about you. //Exposed, Kimberly Marcus// Started- June 27, 2018 Finish...
