I lay there I my lightless,chilled room staring at the blank ceiling.
Wondering,why now,why me,why now.?
I feel lost.
I want to scream.
Scream out "God,show me,show me what I am supposed to do.Show me where I'm supposed to go.Help me god.Help me."
Yet everytime I open my mouth...nothing comes out....just me,and my blank,cold,pitch-black room.
YOU ARE READING
Where We Stand.
PoetryNot really sure what this is?Just kinda lots of my feelings,sometimes what I like to think about,sometimes small stories I like to make up...idk:) Also I don't really edit any of this so?:)
