I try to close my eyes,
But I'm afraid you'll be gone when their opened.
I'm afraid that maybe I'm not enough.
Not enough.
The words echo through my brain.
The words that drive me insane,
Why am I here on earth; What's my purpose?
YOU ARE READING
Just Venting
PoetryHonestly, I don't care if people read this or not. I just need to vent. This is a book of short poems I wrote. Ya know just venting.
