At night
When I'm in my room
And not one trace of light
Is left for me
I feel cold
And alone
And shit gets to me
I suddenly cry
And wanna listen
To sad songs
I feel nothing
But hurt
The numbest hurt I know
A silent hurt
Sneaky, I know
But, I write my name
On every thing
And still don't know
Who I am
What Am I here for?
Should I be a better person?
And after I finish crying
And sitting alone
Cold
And feeling lonely
I die inside
And I rest.
YOU ARE READING
Everything, Nothing
PoetryYour dreams are supposed to give you solace, but what if what followed was filled with pain, desolation, and confusion? You want to do something, but you are clueless. All you know is that everything's wrong, and nothing's right. Enjoy the poetry...
