Sometimes I catch myself zoning out on the bus
Wondering what went wrong and where
I sit on the bus as my tears start to pour out
Sometimes I wonder if people notice
I bite my lip so no sound can escape
Then the river of tears start to pour out
I start to wipe them away so no one notices
Sometimes I feel sad and cold
I fake a smile every day to hide the pain
Sometimes I hope people won't notice
I sit on the bus with my thoughts
Sometimes I wish I stopped caring
Wondering what I did to deserve months of hell
But now you're hurting and I'm healing.
-JG
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Finding Me: Poems from the Heart
PoetryA collection of short English and Spanglish poems based on life experiences, first love, heartbreak, & self love. *updated weekly* Una colección de poemas en Inglés y Español/Inglés basados en experiencias de la vida, primer amor, desamor, y amor pr...
