If you're tired
and you can't get up
why bother trying?
Why filly your day with happy smiles
when you can wallow in self pitty
why be smiling when you're crying?
Why try to act like you're okay
But you're actually broken.
Why live when you feel as if you are dying?
YOU ARE READING
Crona's Poem Collection.
PoetryA collection of feelings and emotions, my shattered life of pain and depression. It is truly, the Hell inside my Head.
