I don't want to feel anything
I don't want to be somewhere
I'm so sick of pretending
To be somebody else
It's all empty
I don't feel anything at all
The wishes I once seek
Mind goes under dazed
It's tiring to try
But it's hurts to see
Everything falls
Everything that you once believe
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
