Wrote this in gym class....I miss him already
What's the point in getting dressy?
If there's no one there to see.
What's the point in acting peppy?
When there's no one to smile at me.
What's the point in talking?
If there's no one to question more.
What's the point in living?
When there's no one to die for.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of an Insecure Girl.
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote while on my poetry binge. Some of them will be a tad on the sd side but look at the title. You knew what you were getting yourself in to :)
