Maybe the week wasn't really the best.
Maybe it put all your feelings to the test.
Maybe your friend didn't take your side.
Maybe you had to find a place to hide.
Maybe you had to cry into someone's arms.
Maybe you hit snooze on all your alarms.
Maybe, just maybe. We all had it bad.
I'd like to think it wasn't just me who was sad.
But here I am, drinking hot cocoa.
Trying not to go completely loco.
Because I know this week will soon end.
Hopefully next week we all will mend.
So, I wait for it all to be over tomorrow.
Maybe then, there will be no sorrow.
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Hidden Feelings
PoesiaThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
