Sitting in the back of
The room is like an
Awful feeling you feel
Everything you hear
Nor see your mother
Cry.
God, I have never cried like
This in my whole life.
I sometimes think that maybe the
Reason why you became mine is
Because of the depression i'm
Suffering,
Because of pity.
But now, you're not mine.
I can't give you a mug of hot
Coffee anymore, I cannot give
You your favorite flavored tea.
I guess, What I did is so lame,
So lame you left me in the floor
Laying, naked.
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
ПоэзияPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
