You see me with a smile
That only stays for a little while,
But then I drown in sorrow,
Hoping it'll get better tomorrow.
I'm in a deep ocean full of despair,
Gradually grasping for air.
I feel like I'm in a prison,
Locked behind bars,
Seeking out but can't see far.
Where do I turn next?
The one I loved,
The one who tried to make me see above,
Just left me stranded, scared and alone.
I really think I should have known
That I would've been better off on my own.
Where do I turn next?
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
