Is it wrong to be lonely?
To no want to share
To be hidden and ugly
To be stuck in a hell
I just want to be told
That its really ok
I just need to be held
On my darkest o days
If you could feel all the things that I really do think
Would you think or think twice bout takin a drink
An im not tryna say that im right or im wrong
But your actions against me are certainly strong
So I back up and puff out
So I look like im strong
But im really a boy
That’s just faking it all
And I just don’t know how
To explain all these things
They just run and they run and they play in my brain
But I want to do right but I don’t understand
How it feels so damn good to be wrong like I am
So im trapped in the dark seeking out for a light
But unable to stop all the thieves in the night
They keep coming along all with mirrors in hand
So I never can truly see who they or I am
but they take and I give and I give and I die
slowly on and its on till the cycle subsides
then they harp and they harp and the moan and they moan
and I cant and I cant go alone so I choke on the bone
it’s a thing that I know is just killing inside
but my lust for companionship brings be aside
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Is it wrong to be lonely?
To no want to share
To be hidden and ugly
To be stuck in a hell
I just want to be told
That its really ok
I just need to be held
On my darkest o days
If you could feel all the things that I really do think
Would you think or think twice bout takin a drink
An im not tryna say that im right or im wrong
But your actions against me are certainly strong
So I back up and puff out
So I look like im strong
But im really a boy
That’s just faking it all
And I just don’t know how
To explain all these things
They just run and they run and they play in my brain
But I want to do right but I don’t understand
How it feels so damn good to be wrong like I am
So im trapped in the dark seeking out for a light
But unable to stop all the thieves in the night
They keep coming along all with mirrors in hand
So I never can truly see who they or I am
but they take and I give and I give and I die
slowly on and its on till the cycle subsides
then they harp and they harp and the moan and they moan
and I cant and I cant go alone so I choke on the bone
it’s a thing that I know is just killing inside
but my lust for companionship brings be aside
Request permission to use this poem