I'd like to be alone, no one will hurt me.
I'm not going to cry for the stupidest reasons,
I'm not going to feel the pain of those hurtful words,
No one will blame me for being me.
I'd like to be alone.
This depression is killing me.
YOU ARE READING
Cimmerian
PoetryA mystery that turns into a misery, A raindrops that turns into teardrops, You somehow see the light but it's not quite bright, A warrior dwelling in the perpetual darkness, we are the CIMMERIAN! from Thoughts to Fathom to Cimmerian I change the t...
