At this age

Everything seems to suck


I find myself to be stuck

I look best in blue

But my favorite colors red

On days like this the air is cold

And I wish that I was dead

Perhaps it’s just my age

16 isn’t so fun you know

Perhaps my seasonal depression

Gets worse with the falling snow

But i remember meeting a boy

So much taller than me

When i’m with my boy

The sun is all i see

I suppose that's all it takes

Some warm arms to hold me tight

When i’m with my boy

Everything seems right

The snow can’t soak my sweater

Or make my hands go numb

He makes my mindset better

A love that makes me dumb


  • Author: AlinaVanderson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2018 08:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: please don't copy but comments make my day
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  • Noah

    Very nice 😆

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