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Feb 19
Now I try to cope through poetry
Yet the things I vent out in cleverly crafted lines
Still get to me
It's like floating underwater,
It's like waiting to be saved.

I come here to vent
Take out my anger
My sadness
The very vulnerable parts of me
That I wish would just go away.

I am quiet
I am ignored
My pleas weak
My heart breaks
And I
Can no longer see
What I used to see -
The pride
Of letting it out
Yet its no longer interesting
And it's no longer valid
If I say my nightmares come true

And I love
Being loved
By people who don't truly know me.
A blurb.
Written by
Luka  18/Gender Fluid/Somewhere in space
(18/Gender Fluid/Somewhere in space)   
   ---, Pseudonym and andrea nicole
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