The scars in my head will never mend
It will always bleed and never end
I tried to stitch them but they kept on growing
From the nasty words they kept on throwing
I've always said that "I'm okay"
But I really want say: "Please help me find my way."
If you really look close to me
My eyes are lying, can't you see?
On a dark room, my face felt a tear drop
I wish this overwhelming sadness would just stop
All I wanted was happiness
But as you can see, I'm drunk in loneliness
The night was peaceful as I looked to the stars
Its light is shining down to my scars
I thought to myself: "When can I go to a better place?"
As I took my last words; "I'm tired now, I'm sick of this race."
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
