Runaway.
All I want is to runaway,
My life is gray,
Driven insane,
Just can't escape.
Alone, drained, now pale-faced,
Pounds like a bass,
Burning my eyes,
Silenced cries.
All I want is to runaway,
Feel ashamed,
Am dependent,
Feel abandoned.
YOU ARE READING
Somebody I don't know called Me (Attys Awards)
PoetryThis is my poetry collection accumulated for The Attys. I hope you like my poems, and good luck to all the competitors.
