through the mist
and all the confusion
i see him.
he's running towards me
a product of misery
she barely survived her childhood.
living on the verge of a breakdown
it takes all her energy not to cry everyday.
you always promised me that things wouldn't change
and that youd love me all the same
youd be there for me when i was happy or sad
youd wipe away every tear that i cried
i want to be loved
i want to be held.
i want to feel good
and i want to do well.
blank pages stare back at her
a book full of them
feeling uninspired she sits by her window sill
staring at the trees, the houses, the passersby.