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Nov 2018
im a broken soul
constantly wanting solitude, yet craving the attention of people who couldnt care less.
im a tired girl
constantly wanting sleep, yet sitting up at 4 am pondering the real reason i feel so empty
im a quiet girl
allowing anyone and everyone to walk over her, as long as their own needs are met
im an erratic girl
making ****** poetry at 9pm at my dining table out of the blue, trying to release heavy emotions that weigh me down like violent tidal waves
im a scared girl
scared of death and what comes next, yet inhaling the fumes of my 5th cigarette
i dont know exactly where im getting with this.
thoughts? idk
ashley
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ashley  18/F
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