1
you're broken inside;
something you expertly hide
i see it, you know
the part of you that's died.
they asked how you were
and with your eyes swollen
from how much you'd cried,
your expression sullen,
and a burning need to confide -
you lied.
you said the red
in your eye
was from the shit you smoke
but really
you wanted to die
and you brush it off with a joke
no one can see
the heart that's broke
and no one can be
the one to fix you.
no matter what words they've spoke
they can't seem to mend
you see,
because you need to stop believing that you're an issue.
and you can't depend
on someone else to
fix the hurting parts of you.
2
you're the boy with a dangerous smile
with a need to spread joy
if even for a little while
it's not some ploy
it's nothing vile
but don't let it destroy
your pretty smile.
3
her face flushed to the shade of vermillion
trying to figure you out - you're one in a million
°°°
this isn't about me yo dw you haven't made me blush yet
YOU ARE READING
Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
