Exhausted.
And completely drained;
Of songs being played on the radio over,
And over,
How I have to spent my time,
Alone.
Noticing,
Almost everything.

Almost.
And lonely.
Almost there,
I almost let them go,
But I am a sea of hello and goodbyes.
They are the waves that comes back everytime.
Without failing.

Lonely,
If there’s a more accurate word,
To describe being,
Alone.
With emotions,
Which then I’ll turn into words and words,
Of poems.

I am tired,
From this rain,
I want sunshine.
Not to live in;
Vain.

I just don't
Want to share
You with
Anyone

I need you
I want you
I think about you
Is that my fault?

Others treat you
Like you are nothing
And pass you around
Like it's a joke

That's why I stay
Inside
Don't let anyone
See me and you hide

If with you there is nothing to gain,
Then you will always be my favourite kind of pain.

They ask me why I still talk to you,
Perhaps it’s because I don't truly believe we're through.

So I book another appointment,
Met with yet another disappointment.

I’d say I believe everyone deserves a second chance,
But so many later I’m not sure I’m worth a second glance.

I wish I could expel the emotions in my heart,
Whilst I remain silent, allowing myself to fall apart.

Why do I do this to myself?
When you’ve already put us on the shelf.

At times I find myself craving your pain,*
Even if there is nothing to gain.