I see them
I can't feel them
I talk to them
but they don't answer me
everyday I look up to them
To make sure that they are okey
beautiful and nice in a way no one can describe
they are just like stars
I wish I could shine like them
but I'm stuck in the dark
and you know who you are
YOU ARE READING
dear diary
Poetry⚠Suicidal, self-harming, abuse, can be triggering ⚠ A diary of poesi and textes about me and what I'm going through. It can be hard to understand.
