How can so many feel like so little
How long will I hit this wall which is so brittle.
"Ignore them" I was repeatedly told
Even as it was getting very cold.
I heard the plan that they made at eight
But by then it was much too late.
Something I thought not even my parents knew
Was soon on the Internet and had rapidly grew.
I couldn't bare it I had to go
And that's when I ran away from home.
It wasn't much of a home to me
But the scene of a terrible tragedy.
It wasn't just at my prison-like school
But what my mum used to do it, a very big tool.
So before the fate landed upon me
I decided to run, breakout and be free.
Somehow I made it to the mountain's cave
That has a nearby village with things I will save
I then found no one to comfort me
So forever I'm alone and alone I will be.
Until...
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Alone. -Sequel
PoesiaAlone in the world when there are billions. No one to care when there are even more.
