It's hard to
Deal with the world
Sometimes.
It's not always
Like you hoped
It would be.
Things come up
And there's nothing
You can do.
It can be tough
So all you can do
Is cry.
Even though
It doesn't change
Anything.
It just
Helps.
Maybe one day
It will change.
Maybe it won't
Ever change.
But until then
We sit
And think.
With hot rivers
Flowing down
Our cheeks.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
