So empty, so incomplete.
Holding onto something that will never be there for me.
So morbid, so deranged.
Thoughts unpromising crawling through my brain.
So angry, so bitter.
Everything falling to the ground like a handful of glitter.
So alone, so lonely.
Wishing and waiting for someone to hold me.
So faded, so scared.
Fearing I will be alone forever, and I am so unprepared.
So meloncholy, so confused.
Craving for someone to mend the heart that is bruised.
So insecure, so weak.
Hoping one day I will be set free.