You think it's a joke,
you think it's not real.
These poems that I write
are what I truly feel.
Bad thoughts in my head
that shouldn't be said.
I have a perfect life,
so why am I sad?
Am I really that person,
who's nothing but bad?
I can't take it much longer..
Don't know how long I can last.
The deadline is coming,
and it's coming quite fast.
I know that I'm spiraling,
I'm out of control.
And instead of a heart
there's now a dark hole.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts on paper- poetry collection
PuisiJust a little collection of all the poetry i've written :)