I lay in my bed
With questions up in my head
But the answers I feared
I wrote some stuffs
Wrote how life has been rough
And how I still pretend to be tough
I wrote too much
Didn't know why I did such
I am depressed
I wrote about death
Sucide
I wrote stuffs!
But as i read I get scared
It's too much
It's called sad girls like me
But what if they read it
And become even sadder
What if they read and feel someone u understands them
What if my poem kills someone!
What if it breaks someone
It's just too dark
My demons should cut me some slack
I need my life back!
I'll publish it
I promise it
I'll try
No to make anyone cry
All the deeply hurt
Only them could relate
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