I find myself,
Down the drain.
I don't know this place,
Never been here before.
The emanation here,
It haunts me so bad.
These people out here,
Terrifying my soul.
I wish,
To take off.
I wish,
To flee away.
I wish,
To depart secretly;
Without even,
Letting you know.
I wish,
To come back,
Nevermore,
By no means.
poignant write. speaking specifically - people come and go around here all the time. I've been here for eight years tho. I'm intermittent sometimes - but I always come back around.
I'm eighteen.
"An introvert writer"
That is what they call me.
I write a lot, but i suck at coversating. Confused ? Well, that is okay. Writers are meant to be a little eerie, you know ?
I hope y.. more..