I looked for me around
Found nothing but a hopeless crowd
Crowd of empty words and not any other sound
Numbness is taking over me, can't find a way out
Voices in my head are getting louder, who am i? Are these questions even allowed?
Should i be proud of me? When I've got no one to talk about.
Crowd seems to leave me, perhaps no home left for it to Search around
Wish someone could have hugged me, and told me that of you I'm proud.
I've no clue what I'm writing, all of my emotions have gone away with that crowd.
YOU ARE READING
A Restless Soul
Poetry👀 Ammm, idk what to descibe here. But I'd be happy if you guys lemme know how you feel about what i wrote.
