Save me from myself.
Will no one save me from myself?
You wonder why I don’t sleep.
Those un-fallen tears,
Always trying to break free,
Do you not hear my singing?
That tortured voice,
No one seems to hear.
I want to hide.
Hide away,
From me, myself and I.
YOU ARE READING
The Perfect Distraction
PoetryJust the poetry I write when I need a distraction, or to get away from my family.
