Question

Where am I? I don't know. Drunk on pain and memories alone. But it's better this way. No one has to feel my pain. My brain tells me to endure it. To live through it. But I sway every day. I'm just trying to get by. I pass by unknown. Feeling so alone. I am prone to my past. That no one knows. I think by now I've outgrown all of my little girl's clothes. I condone. I shed my crumbling shell. I am still unknown as I walk the streets alone.

Answer 1

Great poem but.. are u good bro?

Answer 2

Answer:

owo

Explanation:

nice poem