Long days pass by.
Another sleepless night as
A mob of thoughts pile up in my head while I
stare at the ceiling
All I can hear are my thoughts.
In a pitch black room.
I feel nothing but sympathy for myself.
Surrounded by marvelous people yet I still feel alone.
I feel as If no one understands,
I don't blame them because I don't understand myself
It's all my fault.
I've done nothing wrong
I've done nothing wrong I tell myself as I
Lay silent on my bed
I am a prisoner of my own thoughts.
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