It's 2am, I'm staring at the wall,
Hands in my pockets, I watch my world fall,
I used to be so confident, I stood so tall,
Thinking I had it right,
Sleeping tight every night,
Never knew how wrong I was...
But here I am, once again,
How did I get this far?
I've fallen fast, fallen hard,
Landed crumpled in my yard,
Surrounded by painful memories,
Bittersweet melodies,
That echo from the past,
Reminding me that nothing, good or bad, lasts.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sad Poetry
PoesíaMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
