Who am I?
Why do I even try?
We always fight.
Another sleepless night.
At what cost?
The thought of being lost?
Today inside I died
Maybe I even cried
I don't mean to scare
But if I sleep it will be a nightmare.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoesíaThis will be a compilation of poetry put together. Kind of like a poetry book. I will have my new poetry and maybe some of my friends but I don't take credit for others work so if a poem isn't mine you will know.
