"wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything"
good times
eyes droop
fatigue takes over
all i want to do
is sleep forever
i get no reward
for working so hard
and all i feel is shame
i'm as good as a slave.
walking seems pointless,
i'm going nowhere
breathing is pointless,
i'm as good as dead.
the days are the same
so are the nights
all the colors fade
to black and white.
i carried with me
my hopes and dreams
but all that i carry now
are broken memories.
i wish i could drown in them
and turn back time to the good old days
when i was free
and not a soul judged me.
growing up changed everything
i wish i could go back
to when i was young.
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poesía"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
