Writer's age: 14
Feelings: tired, emotional, on a dark side of its life
Hi my friend,
Can you help?
Would you like to hear a story?
Because it will be a big help for me, for us.
Cause I'm drowning
I'm drowning on my own thoughts
I'm Dying
Dying on a bed of my own tears
Can you help me pull off the knife?
A knife that keeps stabbing me in my chest
It hurts but I didn't say a thing
It hurts that I even changed
I changed without me even noticing
I laugh, I smile, I joke
But nothing seems to be genuine
I cry, I sleep, I tried to forgot things
But nothing seems to work
I'm in a deep, deep sleep
In a very deep nightmare
It makes me wanted to wake up
I tried and I tried but it doesn't work
I keep on running and running
But everytime I look on how far I've came
It disappoints me
It looks like even thou I run a mile
I will still end up here at the place where I used to run.
It seems like I jog in place
A place I want to run away from the mean time
I don't really want to go, I just want to know how far I can go without thinking about anything.
YOU ARE READING
Mind of Sorrow
RandomDisclaimer: I made this to write or publish my poems about how painful I have felt at that moment. If you found this interesting keep on reading. Read with me as I learned how my life made me stronger day by day, happenings over happenings. My poem...
