It's so lonely sometimes you know,
You just think about those memories and smile,
Alone in your bedroom on a Tuesday evening,
What are you even doing?
Nothing, just thinking,
Why?
Im not sure,
I shouldn't be,
but I do,
And slowly break my own heart,
The person who drowned in their own tears,
That would be me,
Overthinking
Over
And
Over
Again
Until
The lights
Dim down.....
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Journal
PoetryThis turned out to actually be something I like, I write in here a lot and I'm thinking about making it an actual collection of poetry.
