Here I sit,
Cold and alone.
Waiting for something
to come and save me
I sit
I stare at a lonely, plain ceiling
Wishing to see something different.
Thoughts play back in my mind
of everything I've ever done wrong,
from simply not shedding a smile to someone,
to breaking a heart
that didn't deserve to be touched by me.
I think of all that's been done
And the things that I can't change.
They all still haunt me.
I think of all the happy times
That quickly turned to sadness.
I realize,
Good things in my life
quickly cease to exist.
I only just catch a glimpse
I see hope
Then it gets crushed.
This is how I learned
That you shouldn't trust
The good.
It only ends in heartbreak
and despair.
YOU ARE READING
WORLDLY.
PoetryA collection of poetry through many emotions. follow along, if you'd like. Your choice.
