Here I am alone.
Living in this empty place, it's not much of a home.
I walk and walk and wonder why,
why it hurts so much being alive?
Here I am, is there a point to my life?
It's an answer no one knows.
Can you see me?
Can you help me?
I'm down on my knees and I don't know
what to do.
Give me a reason to stay,
promise you won't walk away.
Tell me, there's no need,
No need for bullets.
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS REMEMBER.
PoesiaJust a collection of random thoughts from my mind. Sorry if it gets too dark.
