Poems from softmacaroon59
I try to pretend.
that im ok
but something will scratch the surface that sends me back
back to my semester of hopelessnes
back to the days...
I miss being free,
before i had to hide under layers of scars
clear skin with the truth just lying underneath
i want to say im ready to die...
I found it again.
My mind
my place.
the scars will always be there
but,
they are not new.
It means I have lived
that I have matured as a...
I'm dieing inside.
the second i close my eyes when the sun goes down i die,
i have no dreams nor nightmares just voices
I lost it, my...