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brooklyn locke Jun 2014
Goodbye, dear troubled soul.
I guess we won't meet again
for fate tore us apart
and did not ask for pardon.

I'll miss you, darling, and
I love you more each day but
our stars do not align,
we won’t ever be as one.

I’ll see you where time doesn't tick
If I ever need help
I’ll talk to the star that
you claimed in heavens sky.
  Apr 2014 brooklyn locke
Willow-Anne
Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place

— The End —