All options are gone,
So I write poetry
A way to express moving on,
Just face it,
You lost kid,
Turn the light off
Let your exhausted body
Just get some sleep.
You're nothing more than some feelings,
From the floor to the ceilings,
This room is where you hide, you reside,
The place where you go to get away.
Kid verses their brain,
White noise;
The ballad of the insane.
Most can't sleep at night,
They see the faces that hurt
Try as you might,
Something's amiss,
There's nothing there,
But a fake, plastic, smile.
The real one's been gone for a while,
YOU ARE READING
My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
