I am quiet most of the time.
I just stare and think.
My words get frozen within my lungs.
And I believe my thoughts are deadly.
And there's probably a quarantine
Surrounding my lungs.
People tend to ask me,
"Why are you so quite?"
I just smile, laugh and shrug.
I am quite most of the time
But my mind is
L O U D
My mind is
S c r e a m i n g.
I wish I weren't quiet
I wish I shared my emotions easily.
I do not know how to start.
My words get frozen within my
Swollen lungs.
YOU ARE READING
Lost and Lonely (#Wattys2016)
Short StoryJust somethings things I write when I'm in the mood or I am lost and lonely and depressed. WARNING: May be triggering. If so I'm so sorry and know how you feel. PM if you need help or something. ~ C
