Let's just say that this is a poem on my own experiences - yes the ending also
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
On the ledge, on the ledge, I feel so composed. But in my head, in my head, I’m about to explode.
"She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she had taken."
Thoughts of a perfectionist attempting to write her first poem.
"I promise you that I'm trying to change. I know that my silence can be deadly."
"It's raining, it's pouring, Her eyes have gotten stormy."
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, Told you we need to talk but you hid in your room."
Part 6 of an old writting exercise. Also where I stopped writting as a result of moving away from good friends.
A conventional fiction written by a 15 year old Pseudonym, after having read Jane Eyre.
Incomplete, but good memories nonetheless.
Let's just say that this is a poem on my own experiences - yes the ending also
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
On the ledge, on the ledge, I feel so composed. But in my head, in my head, I’m about to explode.
"She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she had taken."
Thoughts of a perfectionist attempting to write her first poem.
"I promise you that I'm trying to change. I know that my silence can be deadly."
"It's raining, it's pouring, Her eyes have gotten stormy."
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, Told you we need to talk but you hid in your room."
Part 6 of an old writting exercise. Also where I stopped writting as a result of moving away from good friends.
A conventional fiction written by a 15 year old Pseudonym, after having read Jane Eyre.
Incomplete, but good memories nonetheless.