Lost in a world, where you're on your own
Isolated from friends and family, you cry to yourself
I stay alone, my heart is cold as stone.
"Am I even thought of?" I ask myself
In a dark room, I sit alone
I stare at my life, right infront of me
Who would know, who would care?
Would I finally be home, or lost in darkness?
Would I be missed?
Would they look for me?
Would they care?
Would I be happy?
My thoughts, runs through my mind
Questioning, my every move
I only wished things would rewind
I know now, I must leave.
- n i k a y
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Perfect Depression
PoesieThis is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain, and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hea...
