Sleepless nights create wishful thinking.
Alarm clocks with a snooze option...
Havent you noticed? Any of you? Youre my friends...
Im tired of hearing "are you okay?"...
There is a space in my heart
where I know you belong...
I thought this poem would be about me,
typed up in a gloomy room where moonlight...
Green eyes shining so birght
straight hair as black as a moonless night...
Here I am
broken with no hope...
What I am destined to be is nothing. Nothing good...
Seeping into nothingness. Crying out for help with...
My head is filled with emotions
And I cant take it anymore...
Behind the hair on my face, are these blood shot...
I'm such a disgrace...
If you could just realize how broken I am
then maybe you would see that loving him was never...
I gave my heart
to a monster...