Exhausted.
And completely drained;
Of songs being played on the radio over,
And over,
How I have to spent my time,
Alone.
Noticing,
Almost everything.
Almost.
And lonely.
Almost there,
I almost let them go,
But I am a sea of hello and goodbyes.
They are the waves that comes back everytime.
Without failing.
Lonely,
If there’s a more accurate word,
To describe being,
Alone.
With emotions,
Which then I’ll turn into words and words,
Of poems.
I am tired,
From this rain,
I want sunshine.
Not to live in;
Vain.