Falling

Yet another poem haha

The snow is falling,
Falling down,
Falling down on the ground.
Dripping like the blood from your bleeding wrist.
You don’t want to do this.
Sick of the pain,
Sick of the lies
Sick of the tear you’ve cried
Snow is blowing swirling round,
Lifting it up off the ground.
You just wait for the day to come.
The day you won’t feel so alone.
The day when home feels like home.
The day you don’t spend every second wishing you were gone.
You just pray it won’t be long.
Won’t take too long for that day to come.
You hope that day will come before the other one.