Sometimes, I'm lonely. I have great friends that I'm neglecting. I'm just that selfish. I don't want to burden them anyways. I feel like if I tell them about what's going on inside my head, they would change their perspective on me. The happy girl with the sunny smile is feeling like that? How's that possible? This book is known to no one I know. So, my secret is safe. That me doesn't feel lonely but this me, feels lonely.
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My Book Of Sad Useless Poetry
אקראיThey warned me about thinking too much, going too deep into the ocean, yet here I am drowning into it's dark cold water.