PoeticBiscuit

Hiding

Hiding inside my room,

Hiding from things I’m going through,

Hiding from people I once knew,

Hiding inside my room.

 

Hiding inside my bed,

Wrist sore, pillow red,

Hiding inside my bed,

From thoughts within my head,

 

Why can’t I be happy?

I just want to smile..

But I don’t see that happening

Atleast for a while..