And when I cry, And search the sky, And want to die, I don't know why. Can't you help, Oh, don't you know? I don't belong, There above or here below. Stuck right here, The middle it seems. Where they go, To die, the dreams. So, lonely is as lonely does, Living life, just because.
This is not meant to be depressing, just raw. Raw emotion, perhaps like poetry should be.
I believe words have power and really hope you like my little poem. If it has helped you in any way, won’t you please pass it along.