I built up my walls.I painted them pink.So when people looked at me.No one would think.That I was broken.That I wasn't okay.Then they'd put me on a sh..
Dull, dark, black, and white.That's how every day feels.The world passes by me.Everything slowly fades into nothing.Nothing.Maybe nothing can be somet..
I wrote this poem during a debate in class a while ago. The pain that I talk about doesn't necessarily have to be physical pain, it could very well be..