I wish I can dream as if I was free. But life deemed the chains seemed to fit me; yes indeed. I'm tired of crying because crying does no good. Although what can I do when the earth is filled with everything but the love we need. My heart hurts and I can't do anything to mend it, everyone left me to fend for myself and yet I'm getting nowhere. I'm scared.....I don't want to do good because when I do good people start to assume that I'm good on my own even though I'm still just a child who can't even fully walk on my own yet. This hate filled world is consuming me and yet no help comes. I am tossed aside and have forgotten who I was. I want my old life back I am not who I once was. I am a lost soul who can't do anything but wander. What is my given name? I do not know I'll I know is that I can't be free from this place I now call home.
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Soul-ache
PoetryPoems and other bits of what i've been creating going back to when I was younger till now. Another thing....."Oh and they don't have to rhyme." (Love beats rhymes) Aka- sorry if it's cringe.
