There's always this thing that's been bothering me
And of this thought I will never get free
It's there anytime, all night and day
I'm afraid it will never go away
Because I'm not enough for anyone...
And what's done... Can't be undone
I do have friends and they are great
I will love them till the day of fate
But there's this feeling
In my mind - reeling
And it may be bad
But it feels quite sad...
People want more, and so do I
We won't find out why's that, oh why?
But I feel like I can only try
To stop the pain, make it go by
It's just that it won't probably happen... Ever
As far as I'm concerned I can only endeavor
So I'll live with this fear till the day I end up in a grave
But maybe, just maybe someone will save
To some this fear seems to be unknown
It's that on the day I die...
I will die alone
YOU ARE READING
Die alone
PoesíaHey, I don't know which poems it is already! I guess I'm not that good at counting. I'm sorry for not publishing anything in a while. I must have been quite busy. Anyways enjoy the. read!
