#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Never made me happy,
The tears that were shead through out my book,
Are more than the laughter's that came once in my life,
The happiness was fake so long as the smile,
The opinions of others mattered more before now,
The times that I wanted to end my side of the world,
Thinking that waking up in a different one would bring me peace,...