I have so many things in me
I want to say but I can't
who will be there for me
I cry myself to sleep , secretly cry for help
nobody is there, that's why I do things to myself never did I think I would be doing this but look at me now im doing horrible things to myself
I wish I can stop but I can't, its my "drug" to me , makes me happier inside
I can say im a horrible person or a better person but for sure im nothing at all to anyone im just a "somebody".
YOU ARE READING
mixed poems
Poetrywell here my poem book where I'll write some poems when im bored or stuff but I'll try to update it a lot since I'm on summer break & but hope this gets a great viewing or w.e it's called
