Pull me out,
From all those sinkholes,
From the underground,
From the deep underwater,
And hold me tight once again.
When I'm all alone with tears,
Please make my mind clear,
Because, if not, I might make hasty decisions,
Leaving you with terrible frustrations.
I hide,
Not some but everything,
I lied,
Mostly and left nothing.
Naive is what I call myself,
Being lonely makes me talk to myself,
I wonder what you think of yourself,
When I say you are only there for your selfish self.
©sandraanna
S