I find it funny, how people can forget things.
But I can't really say anything,
as I am a person that also forgets.
People laugh at the things that make them happy,
people cry at the things that make them sad.
People also tend to notice many things.
But why,
why do people ignore the fact that I'm struggling?
Struggling to fight these thoughts that plague
my mind of every second of every day.
That suffocate me, that tie me down, that kill me
ever so slowly.
They don't notice
and when they finally manage to piece the puzzle together,
it's already too late.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryBecause I tend to write random stuff in my phone whenever I feel sad. Some will vary, depending on what I feel, but they won't be as good as the angsty ones. I'm not a consistent author, so I'll post if I'm proud of what I wrote. Thanks :)
