In the storms of me
There seems to be no ending
My mind always scattered
And my body torn gust as my heart
I only wait for daylight
But im always stuck in these storms
I can never seem to grasp reality
But insted traped in fantasy
So I write this poetry
Trying to process my thoughts
To get away from it all
Even if it is gust for a moment
Im always searching for away out
People come and go
But nowon has chosen to stay
To help me out
So im stuck in these worsening storms
Of me
