How am I not used to being alone
Everyday I wake up and sit in a room by myself
From sunrise to sundown I sit in my own little dungeon of despair
Feeling sorry for myself some days
Feeling content on others
Why am I always surprised when I feel the tears coming in floods over my cheeks
Why is it so hard for us to talk like normal people?
Why do we always end up fighting
And if we don't end up fighting, our conversations are cut short anyway
That's why we just sit in separate rooms
So we don't have to bother with each other's feelings
Today is my birthday
Why am I surprised that I am yet again
Alone
r.b.
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
PoetryHey guys it's Raven, please vote/comment if you enjoy these poems? I wanna know if I'm trash at this or not. Thanks lovelies, stay strong af
