Its A Lil Bit Of Poetry Actually
By kelsbtratl
Each day i make a river,
A river of tears,
Tears of sorrow
Tears of happiness
Lastly tears of sadness
Then i'm off to start my day
Some days are harder than others
But i always get through them somehow
Sometimes i break down in the bathroom or at home
That is where there is no one to see or to judge or pity me
I don't talk about my feelings because i bottle them up so much that if i do i'll go on a rage of everything
But sometimes it feels good to express my feelings but that's just not me
People think their life sucks ha well come live my life
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