I want to go back into the days
where hugs weren't just hugs
they meant something
you felt loved
but now hugs just mean
bye or I'll see you in an hour
but back then they meant
I'll miss you or I love you
but now the only times I get hugged
is when I'm in the dark
the dark gives real hugs
unlike the snobs that think they're too good for hugs
or the people that give hugs every second
but now hugs are worthless
unless you actually mean it
Suffocating
one more second and I'll die
but it's not bad at all
I've been wanting this
with all the stuck up snobs
and shirtless guys
what's wrong with this world
money can't buy happiness
neither can
stuck up snobs
or shirtless men
so dieing isn't bad the world isn't complicated
the people are
suffocating
is a nice way to die
Where do I belong
I'm not in the
'too good to be seen with them' group
or the popular rich kid group
I'll never be in
'I'm dating him so I'm the best' group
maybe I don't belong in a group
maybe I don't belong in this world
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryHere's a collection of poems that I wrote. I wrote this a couple years back when I was a little fetus. it's really bad and you'll probably cringe. I can't bring myself to delete it tho because it's a reminder of how much I've grown
