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Aug 2017
The enteired town knew me
as weird, lonely and sad
And as the night slipped away
I couldn't sleep, just thought of that.
If you're real,
If it's meant to be
Come take me out,
Come rescue me.
Being part of the wasted youth,
wrapping my arms around myself,
wondering how I ended up this way,
staring at the empty bottle that now sits on the shelf.
If I could just get away,
If I could just disappear,
If I could make you stay,
If I could make my mind clear.
I wanted to feel special,
Closed minds, they always judge.
I have lost all light in me,
Anything left inside? Not much.
Overthinking during the night,
keep on doing it through the day,
I wish I could make things right,
If I'd still believed in a god, I'd pray.
Will it always be this way?
I ache like a thousand piercing needles.
I still wish upon falling starts,
all I want is to find my people.
Carolina
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Carolina  25/F/Argentina
(25/F/Argentina)   
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