Apr 2015
Hey here I am again
Eight years later
Breaking,
Thought I'd stand a little straighter
Falling to the ground again
And it's still a ******* trend
Wishing that someone would help me up.
But of course no one hears
It's more like no one cares
My silent cries of help
You're on your own
So I sit here,
Alone
Broken.
Eight years later
Breaking,
Thought I'd stand a little straighter
Falling to the ground again
And it's still a ******* trend
Wishing that someone would help me up.
But of course no one hears
It's more like no one cares
My silent cries of help
You're on your own
So I sit here,
Alone
Broken.
Context: I revamped the first poem I ever wrote with commentary in italics.
