Amatuerpoet Stories

these aren't very good and some are really old but maybe one person will like one of them and that will be something

Does it really matter what you see? After all it is hard being me. Secluded to the darkness, away from you all. One more step off the ledge and I will fall.

my thoughtless words that i turn into beauty i hope anyway

"In the mirror what do you see?" "Don't you realise it will always be me." Rank : 13/6/2017- 304

This is a collection of poetry about my feelings as a teenager because I can't go to therapy I hope these are relatable and that you enjoy them