Sometimes I lay in bed
I look at the ceiling
Or at outside.
I like to watch the sunset and the sunrise.
I like to count the cracks on the wall.
But sometimes when I lay here,
I cry
And I cry.
I cry untill the sky is black and the light is off.
I cry for what seems like entity
Sometimes I don't even know what for.
My tears and my screams used to be for you
I used to wake up and wish to be in your arms.
But know I know that the blood in your vains is nothing but poison.
And that smile plastered among your face was fake.
I don't cry for you anymore.
I cry because of myself.
I miss the me you took
That girl is gone.
But pieces remain.
The pieces that loved the rain
And the sunset
And long showers
And 3am
And laugher
And giving
And crying
I'm crying now and I don't know why
The sky is bright and there are 237 cracks in the wall.
As I lay in this bed
I cry.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
