in crowded rooms surrounded my people i know
surrounded by my "friends"
i feel alone
it's as if a storm has picked me up in its arms and held me
it's cold and i'm lonely
no one likes storms that only do damage
the music in my headphones blearing
full volume and i still here everyone
i hear every conversation and every song
no one is just by themselves in this world
but right now
alone is about the only word i can use to describe it
i wanna lay in someone's arms and be safe and warm
but that's not how things work
i ask for help i get nothing
i ask for happiness and i get the opposite
no one in this world wants to be there for anyone
what's wrong with us?
we're all so alone in rooms full of people
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts are killing me.
PoetryI write poetry to get my mind to understand what the fuck is happening in my head. Don't read them. they are pretty shitty.
