Life us not about what is spoken
It is what is felt inside
Inside we all feel broken
But its the broken pieces we try to hide
Although at times we might feel down
We fake a smile to stay happy
We trick ourselves into seeing past a frown
Just so we wont be seen as sappy
But people being to see
What a fool you are
Wanting to hide and flee
And travel till you are afar
And travel you must until you fall
But they are there to laugh
No-one helps the little doll
Who just lost her other half
The broken doll then cries and cries
For she is all alone
Her tears come from the sky
The sky that is still unknown
YOU ARE READING
Just A Book Of Poems And Random Things
PoetryThis book is just gonna be filled with poems and random shiz I feel like saying so bear with me peoples!
