I can't shake this
cold.
My soul is tired
I am growing old
on the inside.
My life has started
but barely begun.
I shudder and shiver
with the heat of the sun.
What do I amount to?
(nothing)
What have I done?
(---)
I need something
(someone.)
I am so easily broken
though I appear whole.
If only they could see into my mind
...my soul.
I feel hollow
over the love of you.
But you are wrong.
I can't think what to do.
I need someone else
to love me
But, who?
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Tai Dean
I love writing and I'm a broke student. WOop.
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