I feel alone
With all this people yelling at me
Even when my mind is full of thoughts
but I'm simply empty
and
Alone
Even when I'm walking
a street full with people running late
Stress and despair
I smell it in the air
I feel alone once again
Even in my home, in my bed
Alone
As I walk the emptt streets in my insides
But I'm tired
I'm tired of being tired
And tired of being hurt
Tired of being
I sit alone
The silence is the loneliest
I try to fill my holes with things
But I feel empty, alone
But I'm not alone
I'm not alone
Even when people see right through me
But it's ok because
I'm not alone
I'm not alone when I'm in my home, in my room
I'm not alone
But when I feel alone
I forget about this little thing
But
Now
I'm
Not
Alone
Anymore
(Because being lonely becamed comforting)

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Dead Fowers
Poetry"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...