Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2020
We’re supposed to be the voice of the future,
But we sit with bleeding wounds
Depression eating at our mind
Then left empty with insecurities.
Tears wanting to flow out,
“I’m fine.”

How can we change the worlds
When we can’t even accept our own scars?
mihailee
Written by
mihailee  F/saturn
(F/saturn)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems