If I can hear the water dripping
Silence is an excuse to stay
No one cares if I wipe these tears,
No one cares if I disappear today
I'll wait and swim in this pond of loneliness
Until I forget why I ran away.
Don't you worry now, I'm ok
Empty, abandoned, afraid
I know I died the day I arrived here
It's too late to step out of this cage
I fell in love with the sickness
I fell in love with the fire burning my life away.
YOU ARE READING
Semicolon
PoetrySemicolon - Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The author is you and the sentence is your life.
