Part 3: Lost

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In the dark of my room,
Alone, I find comfort,
Used to being this way.

I don't care about the outside world,
I wish zombies were real,
Thinking humans are worse,
And I can't stand living here.

I can't explain my feelings now,
Feeling empty,
Not sad enough to cry,
Maybe disappointed, but why?
Or missing someone who isn't real?

I feel lost once again,
Why do these feelings suddenly appear?
What should I do to get rid of them?
The best way is to sleep.

When I wake up, I can't sleep again,
And I start to think deeply,
Remembering embarrassing moments,
Throughout my life.

I hate those memories replaying in my mind,
Like a DVD player stuck on repeat.

What makes me sad is
I can't remember the good times,
Only the bad things that happened to me.

Feeling lost,
I wish I were lost in Neverland,
But I'm lost in the darkness,
Each time I feel lost,
All the negativity resurfaces.

God, please help me,
I miss the old me,
Please,
Bring me back to where I belong.





















The last part makes me cry😞
Hope you guys feel me too 😭

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