coming back to home
feeling tired
drinking something
feeling empty
going to my room
feeling sad
texting someone
feeling alone
laying on my bed
closing my eyes
tears falling down
missing my friends
again
again
again
(sigh)
it was monday
i hate monday
monday is mean with me
monday doesn't want me to be happy
or it's just me
...
(thinking about it)
YOU ARE READING
tears falling down
Poesiajust some english poetry by an enby teen who don't really know who he is (i'll put the tw before the chapter)
