I am a short story/poetry writer
Untrue tales from a small mind leading you to feeling hurt and hopeless needing to rebuild whats lost inside of what used to be so strong.
People let you down and never return a favour People are there for you and help you in need I have made mistakes and paid the price I have paid for it and done nothing wrong People hate before...
I prayed on boulavards and bars prayed on wishing wells and stars We laid on bed made of straw But it felt like velvet in the night.
No one understands no one seems to care. It's hard to move it's hard to share. No sense of feeling no one can see. What being lonely is doing to me. All I ask for its not a lot.
Look out the window the sky covered in grey. The rain cloud covers the sun A miserable face on everyone.
Get up day to day same routine, just following life not your dream Same hellos same goodbyes, no hope no wonders or whys Never followed what you wanted just thought about what you needed.
Couldn't help but notice the cry for help for needle clad arms giving Him your charms.