All this time I've been someone I'm not, I'm a shell of someone I don't even remember
I get glimpses of the happiness I felt back then but it's all torn apart in pieces and the picture will never be the same
No matter how many ways I put it together for it to look the same, to make it go back to its original self
YOU ARE READING
Sinking
PoetryPoetry That I Have Written My Friends Always Said I Should Make A Book Dedicated To Them....So Enjoy?
