forlorn

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All this time,
I always pretend like i am fine.
Although i'm actually not.

I feel that my chest is heavy and i have trouble breathing.
I feel that time slows down around me while i'm filled with people in crowded rooms.

I feel like i don't belong in here.
I feel like a dog inside a lion's den,

All these people around me, they feel so foreign, nowdays.

They would break me apart.
They would give me fire, when i give them flower.

Some would give me hope
Some would give me hands to hold me in times of comfort.

I wish i met some people a little earlier,
Some a little later and some never at all.

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