And everyone wants me to
understand them
And everyone wants me to
save them.
But here i am.
Can't you see
I am hardly breathing.
YOU ARE READING
Dear NoOne
PoetryI am scared of the nights And the loud silence that elongates my room I am scared of the 3am's and the 5am's I am scared For that's when my own thoughts begins to haunt me. (A collection of my thoughts)
