people always ask me why;
why I talk to people at night while they cry,
why I try to talk people out of wanting to die,
why I let people hug me as they cry,
why I try talking people out of telling a lie
so to those who ask I say;
I was them one day,
I was the one wide awake at night crying,
I was the once the one who dreamed of dying
I was one alone as I cried,
I was once the girl who always lied
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, about various different things. They may not be that good but they are just things I wanted to get out but then I had no where to put them, so decided to put them up here. Please comment or inbox me any improvements you can...
