Your words
shape themselves
into blades and knives
and carve
deep into my heart,
the places I didn't know
existed.
Should I be glad that
I found new places
or
sad that I'm hurt?
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 3:05 AM UTC
I wish to be out
of depression
before my sleeping pills
run out.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
When the wind blows,
The leaves shake and make a sound.
I wonder what they're trying to tell me.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
When I scroll down
And look at my older poems,
I wonder,
I wrote these?
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
No matter how
Full you are,
There's always a
Place for
Dessert.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
We believe they
are true friends
until that day comes,
when you really need them.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
