Maybe no one is reading this
Maybe someone is?
I don't know what it is
Downing in self pity
I see as pathetic
They push their emotions on others
Oh my how tragic
I'm not crying
My eyes are just leaking
and won't stop to no avail
Drinking down regrets
I swallow my tears
Vision downed out by them too
It's a sad scene that much is true
I'm not depressed
I think that's just something they made up
I'm okay don't worry I just have bad luck
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
