The darkness within,
doesn't seem to fade,
it still increases,
it still grows,
like the forest fire,
no use of trying to conceal it,
for it is out of bound,
who knew it would be like this,
all I wanted at times was someone,
someone who understands me,
or atleast tries to do so,
trying to be myself,
seems to be a hard task now,
all those fakeness behind everything,
everything sucks,
Being a teenager sucks,
Or is it just me?
YOU ARE READING
Inked Soul & Poetry
PoetryThis work includes me writing my thoughts as poems❤️✨😌 I'm a mystery, your a mystery, our existence is a mystery thus we'll try to explore this mystery with a mysterious journey ✨ (Too muchhh mystery 😶)
