It's three in the morning,
And I pray to God that you're alright.
Cause they got a call and left,
Leaving my anxiety-ridden self behind.
I don't know what to do now.
It's too silent,
And I hate it.
Cause it lets me hear my thoughts.
And they aren't good.
They never are.
But, right now, they may come true,
And I may never get to see you again.
I just wish I knew
What I could do
To make sure you live after this.
Not just survive the crash.
But ride the high,
Everyday of your life.
Cause you almost lost it,
And I won't know what I'm to do
If I'd lost you, too.
11.07.21
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Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
