And the world grows colder.
Day by day the chill in my bones seems to get worse.
How I can't seem to wake up the right way.
My chest isn't heavy now but my mind rolls in turmoil.
Too many questions and more what ifs.
How nobody comes to stay no matter what.
People have grown distant and it makes me angry.
How will these poor souls find solace?
How will our hearts be at peace?
The games are wearing me out.
No rules to follow and countless people that join in.
I'm tired and nothing ever seems to stop.
Stories by a broken ego, from a being that fell apart and tried to make something out of nothing.
Δευτέρα 22 Απριλίου 2019
Tired.
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