Sometimes I wish you were looking. Looking at the mess that I have become. Looking that I cannot fight this world alone. Looking, just looking at me for once because it has been quite long since our eyes clashed. But I will wait, until the end of it, until you finally look at me.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Words Of A Wretched Heart
PoetryJust some broken words, in no particular order. For the wretched hearts that feel the pain, it makes complete sense.
