share your poems!

here are a few of mine from my depressed stage.

daydreaming
I lay on my bed,
daydreaming, listening.
Listening to my mind telling stories.
Stories of myself if I was an actress,
an Автор или scientist.
always so close, but just out reach,
daydreaming, thinking, listening to my mind.

Just... gone.
One minute, he was right there,
the Далее he was gone.
Just... gone.
I don't know how, but he is gone
gone forever from this earth,
but not from my mind.

Hello, goodbye
hello, goodbye.
That is what it seemed to be,
once I сказал(-а) hello, I сказал(-а) goodbye.
I have driven to the point of insanity,
insisting he'll come back.
Though it isn't true, its how I live
and that is a fact.