The hole I dug myself keeps on getting deeper,
how can one love someone like her?
My stomachs fills up with a mixture of dirt and sand,
I still don't understand,
Have I been such a bad kid ?
Anything I try, I still don't fit.
Traumas pass by like a fast train,
am I in the wrong lane ?
My eyes swollen, my head dead,
What should I do instead ?
My feet hurt, my ears bleed,
I don't know who I should feed.
My energy is drained,
Is there anyone who stayed?
I walk past the train, I see my reflection,
It's so blurred, far from perfection.
Who will put me to sleep at midnight ?
it isn't you am I right ?
As I though so, alone and sad,
I sit on this blue bank, my eyes red ....
01.05.2021
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
