Don’t knock at my door,
There’s no one home,
Don’t come to my window,
I’m not there all alone,
Don’t look through the house,
I’m not there anymore,
I’m not the same,
Not like before,
Don’t go to the creek,
I don’t get to go near,
Don’t shout up the hill,
Because I’m not going to hear,
Don’t look in the bookshop,
I’ve quit reading books,
The endings were too horrible,
For me to even look,
For the last time quit searching,
You’ll never find me,
I’m holed up in the hospital,
The only place I can be.
2 comments
I like your writing style.
I LOVE writing poetry. 🙂
Thank you:) me too