Collapsing,
Third relapse,
What drives me sane today,
Are the words that are half-spoken,
I pray for your ever-loving soul.
Wherever you are in this world,
I still hope you are there, alive, somewhere.
Waking up to this in the morning,
Should have made me insane everyday,
Doomed to roam on earth for eternity,
In the quest for peace of mind.
YOU ARE READING
idle
Poetrynot the most perfect art piece of writing but i can guaranteed that every thoughts and feelings are being poured out.
