I wonder why I leave them here,
It feels so empty
I wonder if I've broke your heart,
But you feel so empty
I wish I knew who to trust,
Wish I knew who to depend on
Because now it's too late,
Life's gonna make me pick,
And I cannot decide.
Soon we'll be sorted,
Talked to again
They want inside,
Deep inside my head.
Sometimes I want to end it all,
I can't get used to this fall
Sometimes I hate my mind,
Love how they all believe I'm so kind.
Sometimes I feel too empty,
So come fill me up
Sometimes I'm too tired,
Too tired to make it up.
YOU ARE READING
Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
