This poem was written by me in a bus on a high school trip,
it's not how I was feeling I was just writing stuff down to pass the time and this poem is what I ended up with...it's untitled coz couldn't think of a name.
Alone in a world
where life practically sucks
trapped there
cannot get out
a dark still world
where nothing matters anymore
a life that once was worth it
now seems so far out of reach.
Vague memories of past times
still float through my head,
although they're slowly fading away.
Thinking everyday
What if?
What if I didn't make a mess of my life?
Where would I be?
I wouldn't be here
in this good for nothing world
stuck and not in touch
of the world I once knew.
I want to leave
will you help me get out?
give me a chance?
a chance for freedom
and go back to the world I know.
Where things do matter
and people do care
to have a life that's worth it
with its up's and down's
a normal life like any others,
a life that is my own.
Written by: funne_girly (2003)
it's not how I was feeling I was just writing stuff down to pass the time and this poem is what I ended up with...it's untitled coz couldn't think of a name.
Alone in a world
where life practically sucks
trapped there
cannot get out
a dark still world
where nothing matters anymore
a life that once was worth it
now seems so far out of reach.
Vague memories of past times
still float through my head,
although they're slowly fading away.
Thinking everyday
What if?
What if I didn't make a mess of my life?
Where would I be?
I wouldn't be here
in this good for nothing world
stuck and not in touch
of the world I once knew.
I want to leave
will you help me get out?
give me a chance?
a chance for freedom
and go back to the world I know.
Where things do matter
and people do care
to have a life that's worth it
with its up's and down's
a normal life like any others,
a life that is my own.
Written by: funne_girly (2003)
