Maybe there's no way for you to see,
And there's nothing here for me
Maybe it's time I took a rest.
I don't want you to find me,
But I wish to say goodbye
I don't want you to see me like that,
There's just no relief.
Maybe if it wasn't so dark,
I'd let you in
Maybe if I thought you could take it,
I don't know why I keep this up.
Do you know what it feels like,
To loathe everyday?
Can you feel what it's like,
To be this low?
There seems no way,
To make anyone know.
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.
