You are only
eighteen
and between what
you said and
not meant
and what you meant
and not said,
it has all come
to an end
and you can't hide
the fact
that you have gone insane
there is
nothing to explain
I guess
you could always
blame on the remains
you are only eighteen,
the train
will not end your pain
YOU ARE READING
Poems from a mind of a dweller
PoetryWords formed by a mind with many eyes. Words by someone with a depressed mind. You may relate to the words. You may not. I try something new, they say that is the way to expand your awareness of your reality and change perception of your inner an...
