I lay awake
thinking about life
how cruel but beautiful it is
how deadly but nice
how I love you but you love her
how if I killed myself no one would care
life isn't about how pretty you are
it's about how loved
but if you aren't then you will be one day
life can't just be a smooth stone there has to be some bumps
but in the end it will be clear to you
think of life as sand paper
all scratchy and ruff
but in the end you'll come out smooth and clear
YOU ARE READING
Emo poems
PoetryDepression is a great part of my poetry. Some of these poems are mine, and some aren't.
