29 Mar 2015
Stumbling and laughing.
Tossing and turning.
Screaming and crying.
Hate in her eyes.
Sadness in mine.
I don't want to see either in yours.
I keep having dreams and breaking down when they aren't real.
I don't want to see anything else in my eyes except you.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
