Not even my poems can express my pain,
And the things that run through y head each day.
Not even my poems can relay my thoughts,
So in my head they all will rot.
Not even my poems can show my frustration,
And the real me behind the "I'm fine" hesitation.
Not even my poems can bring it out,
All this anger, darkness, and doubt.
Not even my poems can save me from myself.
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC
Not even my poems can express my pain,
And the things that run through y head each day.
Not even my poems can relay my thoughts,
So in my head they all will rot.
Not even my poems can show my frustration,
And the real me behind the "I'm fine" hesitation.
Not even my poems can bring it out,
All this anger, darkness, and doubt.
Not even my poems can save me from myself.