I don't understand us
I don't understand you and I sure as hell don't understand me
We are nothing to you but to me,
To me we are everything
We are my pride and joy
When I wake up I smile at the thought of us
But that's all it is, all we are,
A thought
A conjured idea
A pleasant and wishful dream
I was foolish to believe otherwise
I was dreaming
Believing in your dreams,
That's kid stuff
God knows I can't believe in mine.
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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
