GOOSEBUMPS
The closer you got
The more I realized,
That overall, you’ve seen everything,
But what’s inside.
The closer you got
The more the chills have grown
As my heart slowly turns into stone
The closer you got
The more I was unraveled,
Throughout all my heart you have traveled,
Yet you still can’t seem to find the truth behind the hidden soul,
That I have fallen through
a trap door of depression
But yet still castled.
This poem is about:
Me