Living in my room
It's always been the same
Doing everything and nothing
Always appearing to lame
Memories always surround me
Each one a personal gain
Yet looking back on them
I feel nothing but the pain
Still people ask what's wrong
Avoiding my broken face
Oblivious to the fact
They caused it in the first place
Going through this world
Though it appears I am blind
It doesn't really matter anyway
I would only see I am confined
People say they're sorry
Regret they ever did it
Somehow their words alone
Can never heal my spirit
Still I stay in my room
Its always been the same
With nothing but my memories
And no one else to blame
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Poems From A Awkward Teen Bohemian
PoetryJust some random poems I wrote, a form of accepting who I am I guess. Anyway I'm open to criticism, just note I'm far from good at it
