XXXVI

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You weren't there.

That day when I felt like I was gonna die.

I cried out a thousand times,

But you didn't hear me.

I got out.

By myself, I did

And looked to be comforted.

But I found no one.

I found no one

And I wish I'd died

Maybe that was selfish of me.

Perhaps I should be thankful.

After all,I am alive.

But how can I?

Cause when I go home,

And lay in my bed,

And will my self to go to sleep

Before my tears soak the pillow,

I'll be reminded by the silence,

That once again,

There's no one to comfort me

And perhaps there never will be

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