Sorry, please forgive me.
I have a dirty habit you see,
I'm not okay.
I, I tend to keep to myself,
I forgot how to lean on someone else.
I cling on to your t-shirt,
I need help cuz it hurts.
I just can't say it.
I lock the hurt deep inside.
I fight it out all night,
Yea it's crazy.
I drink myself stupid,
I sleep around cuz it's what I'm used to.
I'm not good with emotions.
I know it hurts to hear this,
But I a young addict and a big interface.
I can't stop.
I'm a tangled mess,
Got this huge lump in my chest.
Try to breath and do my best,
but all I do is Fuck it all up again.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely.
PoetryLonely thoughts creep into my mind. I scream as the tear me up inside. No one knows No one hears the cries. No one knows me when it's night.
