Scathed by loneliness
Nobody to hear my cry.
Becoming emptier
each and every day.
Do I even like being alone?
Or am I just so used to it
that it doesn’t affect me anymore?
Waiting for answers
that never seem to appear.
Passions drowning amidst the storm.
Raindrops trailing down my face.
Alone with the breeze.
Crawling through the darkness…
And then all the weight
came crashing down.
Pushing me down to the ground.
The weight of this world
bearing down on these exhausted shoulders.
Taunting thoughts.
Restless nights.
Missing the days of feeling alive.
Bags under the eyes
Sinking deeper into my face
Wondering why I can’t be better.
About the Creator
Brooke Jackson
“I don’t want smooth sailing; I want a rainstorm. ‘Ordinary’ is something we all should be running from” -s.r.w
I enjoy writing more than anything in this world. I love writing sad poetry or fictional stories! Thanks for looking!(:
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