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Somedays I like Drinking coffee with the rain I like the hot sensation on my tongue And to watch rain fall again and again But somedays I wake up Without anything to do at all So I lay in bed, think of my purpose instead And figure out why I am so small It hurts to know The days I spend in bed Nobody will run for company They put me to the back of their head Maybe just once Id wake up with a call or text Just to remind myself Maybe I couldn't be alone next But somedays I wake up Wishing my loneliness to disappear But tomorrow I won't wake up Because now my final date is clear Tonight I will surrender To myself I say, "it's for the best. So somedays now I won't Have to go back to rest." Because this loneliness Cannot be cured It's inside my head Never to be assured Inside my mind A single soul standing alone My thoughts only staying around But never to call my own Somedays I don't wake up Somedays I don't even rest Because my loneliness will stand alone It's really for the best
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
somedays are different to somedays
Somedays I like Drinking coffee with the rain I like the hot sensation on my tongue And to watch rain fall again and again But somedays I wake up Without anything to do at all So I lay in bed, think of my purpose instead And figure out why I am so small It hurts to know The days I spend in bed Nobody will run for company They put me to the back of their head Maybe just once Id wake up with a call or text Just to remind myself Maybe I couldn't be alone next But somedays I wake up Wishing my loneliness to disappear But tomorrow I won't wake up Because now my final date is clear Tonight I will surrender To myself I say, "it's for the best. So somedays now I won't Have to go back to rest." Because this loneliness Cannot be cured It's inside my head Never to be assured Inside my mind A single soul standing alone My thoughts only staying around But never to call my own Somedays I don't wake up Somedays I don't even rest Because my loneliness will stand alone It's really for the best
ambercourt
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
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