My thoughts Sometimes i feel cold left in a room locked up Staring at the ceiling like im slowly falling All my work turns to failure Sometimes i think to myself Was i meant to find love Ima a balloon being popped The sound of a burst filling the room Crys falling down my cheek as i think Was i meant to find love Or was it all a mistake I get the feeling that i dont matter to most I try and try but whats the point Ill just end up locked up staring at the ceiling pitch black Slowly falling like im a meter falling in slow motion As tears fall down my cheek was i meant to be The sound of yelling the thoughts filling my head crying Feeling like i mean nothing I just wish i wish people loved me Im so lost stuck in my thoughts The laughter coming from behind telling me i mean nothing Left to rot by myself My thoughts
This is beautiful! Is it a poem for a figurative writing class? If so, this is great!
no just thoughts
Instead of "ima balloon" it should be "Im a balloon"
Join our real-time social learning platform and learn together with your friends!