Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2021
i sit in my room;
i think of my past;
i don’t deserve the life i have;
it’s hard to see your mistakes,
your insecurities;
i cry at the thought.
this poem has no purpose.
is it really even a poem?
does it have a happy ending?
no.
it just
ends.
another anonymous writer
Written by
another anonymous writer  25/F/froopyland
(25/F/froopyland)   
111
   Eshwara Prasad
Please log in to view and add comments on poems