Tired
Open the book
and count to three
beware of the things
you might see
cry, laugh, question
she doesn't care
it's just her thoughts
with every entry
it becomes darker and darker
realize her words are... deep
in every line see the cries for help
Feel her pain
Can you see her yet?
She's practically dying
the poems she writes
the music vibes
is the only thing
keeping her alive
This poem is about:
Me