There lies insanity
Anonymous
Gazing at a woman
who will never acknowledge you.
Worshipping the sun,
hoping it burns.
Jumping into flames;
For the cold will be worse.
Dying, because
There must be more,
...right?
These poems were written in random moments, without the intention of ever being shared. It’s frightening to have something you cherish be ridiculed, yet even more so for it to be forgotten. So maybe the author is doing themselves a favour, and maybe they’ll regret it, but they write these poems to be remembered so maybe they can write them to be shared.