Poems from 1StrongPoett
I started writing when I was 8 years old. I took more seriously when I noticed how much it helped get away from the real world. There's no wrong way to write, it's strait from the heart.
It was all one big jump back in time.
And those bad people,
All the bad they did,
And there she was helpless.
Doing what she do best....
I'm sleepy.
For all the sleep I
Didn't get last night...
And the night before that,
And the night before that.
Your sleeping is my...
At some point in life I'll have to be honest...with myself.. with you.
The truth is, I stopped caring.
Not, in an I give no fvks.
Just that...
What happened?
Not sure what you mean?
I saw the scars on your arm.
I have a cat...
Why do you do that?
Makes life easier.
Things are going...
I saw the scars on your arm.
I have a cat..
Promise me you'll stop.
I can't promise that I'll stop..
Why do you do it anyways?
But things...