Jan 2020
Why are my poems so sad?
I tell myself,
Life actually isn’t that bad.
You have a roof over your head
Some kids don’t get that.
Why are you sad?
Stop crying.
Stop it.
Stop.
I tell myself,
Life actually isn’t that bad.
You have a roof over your head
Some kids don’t get that.
Why are you sad?
Stop crying.
Stop it.
Stop.
