HIDDEN
HIDDEN
Here I am again....
Depressed, but I'm still writing.
Trying to find a way.
A reason to keep surviving.
" Do I matter? "
That's what I'm deciding.
Everyone's the enemy.
But still I must keep fighting.
I am not fine at all.
You can't tell because I'm hiding.
~Linus.A.
This poem is about:
Me