They're just words on a paper. They're not true.
They're a form of literature. They're not real.
Are you okay?
I'm just having fun.
Do you need help?
Yes, but not really.
What's wrong?
I'm writing.
It's fun.
It's not how I feel.
I'm still trying to convince myself.
YOU ARE READING
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
