As I sit there, I watch them walking past me
Another day, I will make it through today
Through crowds and crowds of them
There's no one out there who actually knows the real me
The words suffice for the feelings within
And the feelings hide the fear buried deep
For one day when they will come and get me
A fine mess, that's what I'll be
Running through meadows and gliding through the skies
I'd thought you'll come and get me by
But there seems to be some mistake somewhere
In the book of happiness, my name must have been missed I swear
A matter of laughing, it has become
I fear one of these days people might start calling me insane
Since alone I stay, alone I be
My life has become all about me
They're worried
I'm moving too fast, they say
Running, it seems
I'll fall they say
But they don't know how much harder I want to run
Use them, jump around or stick by
How does it matter now
Their words are just as hollow as they are
A fine mess I've become, but who bothers
So I want to run and never look back
Leave that bend in the road and leave no last chances
Let it all wither away
And just let me be
I like who I am now
A fine mess I was but I don't care anymore
My hearts still beating, and am still living
And I don't need another you to kill me
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Bottom Of My Heart
PoetryHere is a collection of poems and songs which I have been writing over a period of three to four years now. They have all been written from the Bottom of My Heart, hence the title (also, a lot of credit goes to my best friend Desirae Marie @LifeIsAD...
