focus
write
send
my friends support me
bed
tears
sleep
my demons always visit me
mirrors
fake
smile
my parents don't need to know
sadness
laughter
love
all fake emotions are works of my demons
i've been pleading them not to let others know what goes on inside my head
but the price is deadly
all their pain hangs on my shoulders
sneaky sneaky
tick
tock
you're dead.
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.