Alone I cry,
dreaming of a place to die,
in this bed I'm supposed to sleep,
but there instead I weep.
The stale smoke fills the air where your love could have been,
but instead it's just me, suffocating in.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
