Started on 02 Jun 20175 poems
Been braving the rain
For a cure to this pain
My soul bearing scarring and stains
lately everything makes me wanna cry
so i'll fix it by going out and getting high
i take a stroll through a concrete fuzz of grey and gray
it seems so surreal to me to even
She's anonymous, irrelevant,
and it's made her malevolent.
She tries and tries to make them
She asked me, "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it happen?"