Trees fall from lightning
Dead bird on a wire
I always act happy
But yet I'm still a liar
I don't wanna die
I just really want peace
But you can't get peace
Without self inflicted relief
Too scared to go
But what's the point of my stay
Never say what's on my mind
So these thoughts I try to pray
My heart never beats
Yet it always beats the same
Hating myself has become a lifestyle
My endless losers game
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hidden Pride
PoesíaYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
