i write poems and i thought here would be a good place to put one of them i have some published and and i thought maybe some one will like to read one of my poem and if ppl like it i will but others up
this poem i wrote when i was kinda depressed i still feel this way at times so here goes
Why?
I'm full of hate but all i can show is love why?
Why do i love everything around me but hate myself so much?
Why does the world sing when I’m there but inside all i hear is dark, black, nothing?
Why does the sun shine but inside me its always night?
Why at night does the moon and the stars shine brightly but inside there’s nothing?
Why does time go on but inside it stands still?
Why is the sky blue and the grass green but inside everything’s black as coal?
Why does love conquer all but over looks me?
Why am I so kind to all but hurt myself?
