My "family" is throwing a party upstairs
I'm not there
Not that anyone cares
I'm sitting here waiting for..
What am I waiting for?
Every person to walk out the door?
Maybe
Upstairs is the party
Downstairs I am alone
Waiting for a text that will never come
Waiting for something
Waiting for what time will bring
Why am I here?
When I want to be "there"
Where is "there"?
Why can't I go
It's not fair
But neither is life
So I guess we all pay the price
I'm waiting for something
Maybe it's what life brings
I don't even know
So I'll turn off my phone
And wait
YOU ARE READING
~POEMS~
شِعرShitty poems I write when I feel too strongly. Poems about nedstämdhet, kärlek, lycka, well, anything really. Probably shouldn't post these, and wont most, but.. knulla det.
