Zelfgeschreven Gedicht - Forum

TaesSugakookie schreef:
okay, maybe it was too late
or all a lie
all a scene, before i said goodbye
a snippet of sunshine
that excaped too quick
by people thinking i was better again
i thought too, but my mouth's a snitch
a spark of smiles, and a view of luck
is what you saw, but it literally suck
instead of doing what i want, i'm crying abou
tnot sure, what to do now
thinking thousand times before i speak
and still freaking outnot sure which way to go
i wanna scream, but not now
because what if people hear me, and gonna think weird about me?
what if someone tries to expose me?
maybe it's too late
and they only gonna ask
if i'm okay, if i'm already fucking dead
covered in my black hoodie, eyes red of tears
wrists full of scars, but my mouth zipped

(ik heb nog meer gedichten op mijn wattpad; @opposite_cinta)
Zet in de reacties wat je ervan vindt!
En ja, dit nummer gaat over social anxiety, hoe ik het meemaak.
En het gaat wel beter met mij hoor, ik vond dit gedicht terug van een paar maanden geleden ~