Alone,
Thirsty,
Hungry.
I'm gently freezing
To death...
Afraid,
Hysteric,
Paranoid.
The trees whisper
About me.
Their silhouettes
Scaring me.
I jump at every little sound...
Lonely,
Reminiscing,
Depressed.
I miss my friends,
My family.
But no one wants me...
People crave this -
Being alone...
But if this is happiness,
I don't want to be happy at all...
YOU ARE READING
Broken Minds
PoetryA delve into the mind of the breaking, broken, and the ones who will be. An anthology that I'll keep updating (slowly. very slowly ) /probably/ triggering.
