Every time I hurt
Every time I am forgotten
I write the day and time down
I write what happened
Its so there is proof when it comes up
It's so I know Im not crazy
To see my mind didn't make it up
If hurts to write
As much as
Its hurts I can't dance anymore
The weight in my from this pain is too much
I am unhappy
But I need to know
I'm not crazy in my unhappiness
update 2/24/21- The list is gone, I'm done giving a crap. I'm just wait for the papers.
YOU ARE READING
What the F*** did I get into?!
PoetryA woman. Some words. And a keyboard. One woman's attempt at poetry to help her get through her mental issues. This will be updated and probably never completed.
