What am I doing here?
Some questions aren't so clear,
Something's got to be wrong with me,
When only pain is all I see.
I know that Something's wrong,
Got the feeling that I don't belong,
Countless dreams of where I'd rather be,
There's little beauty to this reality.
Maybe when I wake up tomorrow,
I'll have no regret nor sorrow,
But for now I wait till then,
I walk a path that just won't end.
Things not what they once were,
Day by day now becoming a blur,
Somethings will never be the same,
Nothing can take away all this pain.
Sitting in a room by myself,
I look over to the shelves,
A shiny cold object is what I see,
I now know how to escape this reality.
YOU ARE READING
My Worst Enemy, My Memory
Short StoryNOTE: IF I KNOW YOU, THIS ISNT FOR YOU UNLESS I HAVE GIVEN YOU PERMISSION. THIS WAS MEANT FOR STRANGERS AND ONLY MY CLOSEST FRIENDS TO READ. PLEASE RESPECT MY WISH THIS IS POETRY, I'm not a writer or anything. Shit written on some of my darkest day...
