Listening to the lights buzz and the lofi play,
all I can do is wonder why I think this way.
Listening to my thoughts as imaginary problems arise, and as I feel the tears well up in my eyes,
all I can do is sit and feel as another piece of me dies.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of my mind
PoetryJust wanted a place other than the notes on my phone to put these I guess read if they relate to you Probably a combination of heartfelt poetry about how I feel, or really crappy jokes that make no sense that I thought up at 3 am.
