Sometimes I miss my younger self,
When I used to be brave
I used to feel happiness
Instead of this numbing emptiness
Sometimes I regret growing up,
It was nice when I was young
I didn't have to worry too much
Just because I was young
I've been alive for years
Roaming around without a guide
You asked about my parents?
They didn't even want me
Since the beginning,
I've always been alone
Having to fight by myself
In the lonely nights
Would I find happiness?
Someday, somewhere?
Would it be possible?
Show me the way, please
But then I realize...
I need to help myself
You tried to help,
And you failed
It's not because
You didn't try harder
It was because
I didn't try to change
Thank you, friend
For trying to help
Now I'll take the journey
To heal myself
YOU ARE READING
Deep in Thoughts
PoetryMy dood- poems and random thoughts about everything. Sometimes it's based on my own story, sometimes based on someone else's story. I write in English, but I'm not a native speaker. Feel free to correct my grammar. Thanks in advance.
