Sitting up,
scared,
confused.
He was there,
again,
with me.
How?
Why?
Who?
I don't know,
who he is,
all I know,
is that....
I want to see him again.....
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
