I was a wreck, Almost a broken shell, And then i became me. But every now and then I go back again. It's an empty feeling, Helplessness. Suffocation, and at the same time Love, life and happiness. I go to bed with tears in my eyes And wake up with no sadness. But still, it's there, The sleep doesnt make it go away. Why do i feel trapped? I got what i wanted. The rough with the smooth? OK, But every now and then I feel it again.Birth sign: Cancer
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