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?
When I scroll down And look at my older poems, I wonder, I wrote these?
I WROTE THESE POEMS!? I find joy when fellow poets relate to my poems. When they like and comment, it's just incredible to see that people are going through what I'm going through, a reminder that I'm not alone. I'm grateful. Thank you! :)
At a certain point of life We all feel lost, scared and confused. But in the end, We'll be there Where we should be and Where we belong. It just takes Time.
I lay in bed, I turn left, right, It's 11 pm. I turn left and right, I wash my face, It's 12 am. I wash my face, I burst into tears, It's 1 am. I burst into tears, I cry, cry, It's 2 am. I cry and cry, I cry myself to sleep, It's 3 am.