i'm drawing smiley faces
on the window of the bus
the water is so cold
and dampens my fingers
i'm drawing more and more
because maybe if i draw enough
i'll be smiley too
but they don't look right
dripping in all the wrong places
distorted into nightmares
i don't think i'll ever be smiley again
no matter how many smiling faces i draw
- sincerely, the girl who's been sad as long as she can remember.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely, me.
Poetrya collection of poems signed by a girl who sometimes hurts far too much or far too little but never in between. TW for suicide and self harm
