I'm so done with this
I can't seem to shake the feeling
That my heart is hurting so much
I can feel it
My eyes are constantly stinging
As I stare up at the ceiling
And the worst part is
That you can't see me hurting
That I am all alone.
And I'm hurting
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*