summer has never felt this sad.
feeling empty, feeling numb-
ah, just thinking about everything makes me feel dumb!
so maybe i'll just go talk to dad.
talking to no one when you're down
because no one's there to make you happy when you frown.
so i'll just lay in my bed
as if i'm dead.
summer has never felt this empty
because you are no one's priority.
summer has never made me feel this mad-
mad for myself for making things go bad.
feel like wanting to cry.
oh, but i don't want to die-
but i'm already dead on the inside.
don't really know if i can survive.
the time when everyone feels so fake
and you've got no friends to take.
so you'll instead go on your own
with nothing else but your phone.
YOU ARE READING
𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 , poetry
Poetry𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘, 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬. ━━ To write is to pour one's soul into paper by means of ink. Or in modern cases, by means of a keyboard. Nonetheless, it is through writi...
