I'm fading away.
No matter how hard I try,
This pain isn't just something stopping by.
Bad thoughts till 3 am,
Waking up again 8 am.
I'm tired,
Walking on a thin wire.
Heart made of glass,
They say I just need a good laugh.
I'll be fine,
After all I'm always on time.
The bitter taste in my mouth doesn't matter,
As long as I'm served on a golden platter.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoetryNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
