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Sep 2018
There's nowhere I can go
No where I can run when I need to you to go away
In this mist
I can see the forest through the trees
But what I continue to see is that
every one should be Believed
Trenches of my heart stripped away by the excavating force
Should I listen?
Or should I just swim upstream alone all by myself?
I know I'll probably never get to sleep tonight
I'll need someone's
Help to make me make everything seem alright
You know I'm not fighting strong enough
Because there is no love
And something's always falling apart
Whether it be my heart
Or my old ****** car
I'll always be a friend for you
Whether you need me or not
We can fix what we broke
While I'm already so fragile now
Wondering what little I have left
And when it will all leave me behind
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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