Sometimes it's all too much,
Sometimes you might just give it up.
Sometimes you feel alone,
Sometimes that's even in your own home.
Sometimes you'll fall apart,
As if nothing can heal your broken heart.
Sometimes you can see the light,
Sometimes you're running because its too bright.
Sometimes you want the world to burn,
But hell knows it isn't your turn.
Sometimes I want you back,
Sometimes I cant get hurt like that.
Sometimes you'd make me feel,
Sometimes you don't feel real.
And someday when I really am fine,
Sometimes Ill think about when you were mine.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Lost, A Little Found.
PoetryA book of poems that probably won't make sense, are most likely written at 2 am, and might make you internally cringe, or maybe even spark your interest.
