I thought that I had meaning,
That I had love, and I had life
I thought that I could do good,
I could be good, that I was good
I always thought that there was a part of me that cared and was considerate
But I can't help I dream of being someone, something that I am not
I can't help I dream of having things, ideas that I haven't got
I can't think of words to say because of the pain in my heart
I can't stop over thinking and tearing myself apart
"So save me, please save me before it's too late!"
Is what I scream inside my head while I make no sound
"Save me! Please save me!"
Is what I cry when there's no one left around
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
