I thought I was better but thats just a lie
no feelings, questions or answers
no excuse for the when or why.
I'm lost; all alone
unsure of the cost, no heart to call my own.
Its like a broken record; no music to be heard
these feelings, all ignored
just like a dying baby bird.
©Yolanda Curiel
About Me
- Wittyforachange
- I write because sometimes words are the only thing that can save you.
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