Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2017
if i could count the days i sat in my room
feeling numb,
id wonder where all the other times
the tears came from.
and when i sit in my room alone,
i wonder if there is a place i call home.
and if the sink drops another drop
i think maybe the numb will stop.
andi
Written by
andi
Please log in to view and add comments on poems