What is wrong with me?
Why can't anyone else see?
I'm finally hearing the things I want to hear
And the things I want are finally near.
Yet here I sit alone
With pain, I moan and groan.
My mind is not in the right place
And my heart is at a slow pace.
I'm dying on the inside
With no one by my side.
I'm as lonely as the night
Surrounded by demons that surely bite.
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PoetryJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.
