I watch the world around me
Deteriorating slowly
I guess in the end
I am left to spend
Endlessly wandering about
What is the point anymore?
I shout yet no words come out
My life a jumble
I hear a rumble
Of voices and sounds but no one's there
What am I to do?
You all say you like me but I hear your true words
Like a flock of birds you fly away
Leaving me to die for the rest of the day.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryMost of these poems are depressing. However, others are just words I felt needed to be put on a page.
