I did no longer felt life home
I was wishing for a warm hug
I wanted to know why
Why were they shuting me out?
I waited for time to past, I was enduring
They choose to leave me
Lonely child in a wicked world
YOU ARE READING
3 a.m.
Short StoryJust thoughts and ideas All rights reserved - @me Started - 12 february 2018 Ended - (still working on it)
