There is a certain part of me
Filled with emptiness & uncertainty
At times, I get so frustrated with life, myself
And wish that I could put my head on a shelf
To rid myself of the thoughts, worries, terrible nightmares
And run far away from those horrid stares
Stares from people I don’t know or can’t see
Stares that feel as though they’re burning through me
That’s when I need someone to turn to
Someone who’ll listen, advise, understand
Perhaps that someone could be you…
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