At 4 am she lays in bed,
Listening to her favourite band,
Thinking of all the things she's done wrong.
At 4 am she thinks of all those who left,
She blames herself for them leaving,
She make herself worse than ever.
And at 4 am
Suddenly she start crying,
She finally lets it all out,
She not as strong as she once was.
YOU ARE READING
I told you
RandomJust a words from a small poet with a big dreams and pieces of heart
