PoeticBiscuit

Hiding

Hiding inside my room,

Hiding from things I’m going through,

Hiding from people I once knew,

Hiding inside my room.

 

Hiding inside my bed,

Wrist sore, pillow red,

Hiding inside my bed,

From thoughts within my head,

 

Why can’t I be happy?

I just want to smile..

But I don’t see that happening

Atleast for a while..

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    If you come out of hiding you will be able to see the wonderful things that abound in this world and all will be well.

    Andy



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