Though you may think I have all I need
You've never even seen how I bleed
Your ears never heard the sound of my cries
Not even noticing my mouth when it lies
You think you can read me like a book
Because I always show an unwary look
In your thoughts I'm careless
Look closely and you might see I'm already a mess
I don't speak for I might be a burden
So I kept it all inside and let my heart harden
The harshest part is that no one can hear you scream
When you're asking for help to escape your fearsome dream
DU LIEST GERADE
Fall
PoesieAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
