Sometimes I wish my life were a story,
Written by someone else's hands.
I don't know how this story's going to end.
The plots all twisted and the storyline doesn't makes sense the characters don't know what to do with themselves.
The story is going nowhere.
Sometimes I wish I had the eys of the deaf and the ears of the blind.
I do t don't value things as much as I should and don't realise how my life was better with it around.
I take things for granted and don't understand the meaning of sacrifice, struggle, hardwork, dedication.
Sometimes I wish I died a tragic death
Just to know if I'd be missed or what people would say if I'm gone.
To know if I'm truly alone as I think.
I wish someone would see me and not the front I display to keep the predators who are dying to pounce away.
I couldn't have shrunken so deep inside that I couldn't be recovered, right,?
I wish my parents could understand but shit like this wasn't this big when they were my age and I'm sick and tired of hearing
It's just a phase, you'll grow out of it or I should stop seeking so much attention.
I wish someone would see that somethings wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Fading
Şiir"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in " Inside is a collection of poems of a little insit to broken people's lives the tried to find the light but the darkness was just to strong and alluring and thus they succumbed. Uncompleted.
