A poem that doesn't have a title
My days seems to be harder, every day
But I don't complain, I have my ways
My days are short, my days are long
I know it seems cliché but it's been rough
I seem happy but I smile barely
I want to cry yet I want to be strong
All I can do is play along
ODIN last edited by
Awee you did it!!! This is perfrctly amazing!!
Stranger_Danger last edited by
....Someone help me....
My mind is being read by @im-a-bae .
,you expressed yourself very eloquently .
@ragnar Thank you
@evan-elderson That's why I like short story and short films.
@stranger_danger oh c'mon it's not that good but thank you
@evan-elderson Thank you