"Hello? It's me,
I hope you're doing
Well, but I don't think
I am
I can no longer
Remember the simple joys
Of life
But rather the things
That make me
Cower
Waiting for a search party
That was never sent
I'm lost, you know
Or at least, something was lost
In the last struggle
Maybe it was
Happiness
I don't know anymore
I think I need to
Go
I'm sorry, man."
n.p.
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Ramblings of a Mad Child
PoetryDifferent people and different lives, different stories and different times. I cope with life by writing things that appear profound to me.
