Somebody out there
on the edge
of what is known
and what cannot be seen
What is out there?
Is something we can attain
Or will always be ever so slightly
out of reach
If I could I would send a song to the stars
a journal,
photographs,
something...
I don't want to die
I want someone to know
...Hello? Is anyone up there?
I'm all alone down here.
YOU ARE READING
I Truly Hate It Here
PoetryI been living in a depressed stupor for the past seven years. So I've tried to collect as much of my writing as I could find to try and piece together what the hell is wrong with me.
