What is the point anymore?
I just lie, crying on the floor,
Wondering what life is for,
Looking at every closed door,
I tremble, releasing a sigh,
I give up on wondering why,
All that 'who are you?', 'who am I?'
And if I left, would you cry?
Just leave me to my tears,
Wasted, pitiless years,
Bottled up, clawing fears,
Drowning my sorrow in beers,
Just
Leave
Me to
This
Black hole,
Trust me
To
Jump
And to
Fall,
Just a tiny pebble
Down
A cliff wall,
No more wings,
Just,
No.
More.
No
More
Anything.
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