I guess I would be lying if I claimed I was always sad
I suppose I am happy
at some times
Back seat
belly aching from unexplainable jokes that no one has an explanation to
Smiles from ear to ear
Friends gathered in every direction
Then day turns To night
My careless smile then deteriorates
I am left with a shell of Someone I don't know
I lay in bed questioning my existence
I then come to a gathering of who I am
I am
passionate yet platonic
Exuberant yet restrained
Outgoing yet apprehensive
But most of all
I am
Empty
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Buried secrets
PoesíaTell me how to find the will to live when your already dead . I'm 15 years old and this is the thoughts that haunt me ....
