Standing alone
on the corner
by the streetlight.
Empty roads,
silent homes,
everyone sleeping.And I wanna scream:
Leave me alone!
Don't leave me alone.
Leave me alone!Standing alone,
watching the crowd,
like a pariah.
Violent mind,
silent cries,
I wanna be sleeping.And I wanna scream:
Leave me alone!
Don't leave me alone.
Leave me alone!Lonely upstairs,
lonely upstairs.
Life is lonely
when you're lonely upstairs.Lonely upstairs,
lonely upstairs.
Life is lonely
when you're lonely upstairs.Lonely upstairs,
lonely upstairs.
Life is lonely
when you're lonely upstairs.
YOU ARE READING
The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...