I'm cold
cold and empty
like a dead tree in winter
absent of its leaves and color
And I'm alone
so alone and tired
like there's nothing more for me here
So why should I stay awake without dreaming?
It's hard
so hard to be this way
to pretend I'm okay and
it works when I keep quiet
I wish that I could just scream.
- 8:01 am
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
شِعرA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
