Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 27
Throwing my phone against the wall
Hearing it go off another hundred times
Catching a glimpse of my reflection
With a bitter chuckle, I think to myself

God, I'm such an ugly crier

Yeah... this isn't a good look for me
Gonna go back to bottling it up
Ya yeet
Written by
Nyx  18/F/Shadows of the Opera
(18/F/Shadows of the Opera)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems