Poetic Licence

Standing Alone.

Standing Alone.

 

I was so scared of tomorrow.

Drowning in my own sorrow.

My anxiety of the unknown.

Never wanting to be alone.

I was messed up in the head.

Then consider dying instead.

Shed some tears in my eyes.

Tomorrow will be the day I die.

Yet sadly tomorrow never came.

Here I stand alone again.

 

Nataiella