I wish that one day maybe tomorrow, maybe today that I'll sit next to someone on this empty bench, maybe I'll laugh, maybe I'll cry or maybe I'll sit in silence.
Maybe I'll breathe some fresh air or maybe I won't breathe at all, maybe things have happened for a reason no one knows but greater things are to come. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
Maybe they'll walk away, maybe they'll even stay regardless of the situation I really don't like being this way. Maybe I'll keep wishing for things that are out of my reach.
Maybe my hair will keep blowing, or maybe it will be still. I'm not sure but I'm fading away, I don't think I can find an escape, I've tried it all but it's just too late. People promise to help but they leave quicker then they came, lock it all inside, make everyone's life a little easier then your own, maybe this is the way through.
Living is hard enough and time is slipping by too quickly for myself to acknowledge whilst I'm slipping away too I know no one really cares enough to stop it, why should they?
Maybe the voices will be quiet, or maybe they'll be too loud, maybe I'll die here.
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Letters In My Head
PoetryI will write letters in my head laced with blood and tears to create a sense of reality to fight my fears in a world that is broken and bruised, i've been misplaced. Some topics covered in my poems might cause distress so please read at your own ri...
