You asked me how I laugh at the pain.
For a second I didn't know what to say.
Then I realised you needed an answer.
Needed a reason.
You were breaking,
I had to answer.
I told you I didn't always laugh.
You asked why you couldn't.
Said you just burried it instead.
I told you I did too,
but with blood and a pen.
Now I laugh.
Laugh at my past and my problems
Because if I laugh maybe they won't be so..
So serious.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetic Journey
RandomThis book is basically my writings that go back to I think 2014. This is kind of a way for me to see how much my writing style has changed and hopefully give some people a little bit of inspiration! :-)
