It's when I laugh the brightest,
I feel the lowest.
It's when I dance around,
My legs are broken.
I smile a lot
While I feel like crying.
I help them out
While I wish I'm dying.
It's when the days get longer,
I will find no rest.
It's when my heart keeps feeling,
I feel the pain in my chest.
I feel a lot,
But I wish I wouldn't.
I want to die
But I know I couldn't.
It's when they tell me they need me,
I think I'm selfish.
It's when they tell me, they're here,
I don't want them to help me.
I live a lot,
But I'd call it existing.
I don't want this,
Why aren't you listening?
YOU ARE READING
Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
