Sometimes, in the night
I sit and ponder life
Like, would anybody notice, if I wasn't alright?
If tomorrow I was gone
Without a single trace
Would there even be a tear, streaming down your face?
I look into the mirror
But it's not me I see
It's a broken, tired man that doesn't seem like me.
I don't know how to fix it
Or even where to start
And no-one ever sees the man with a scarred and broken heart.
Every story needs a villain
But the problem that I see,
Is that in my story, that villain might be me.
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