wait till tomorrow.

you'll feel better than.

i can't tell myself that anymore.

i can hardly make it through the next hour, let alone twenty-four hours.

the clock slowly ticks, minute by minute passes.

i can't stand another minute passing like this.

but there's nothing to do. 

everybody thinks i want to be left alone.

but i don't.

i don't want to be alone, i'm utterly terrified to be alone. 

i cry endlessly when i'm alone, nobody to comfort me.

is this what i get for living? 

The End

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