Empty Hills

Here I sit alone on the hills.
Emptiness surrounds me.
Emptiness for I have lost the will to feel.
I sit here wondering what has my life become.
As I begin to wonder what happened to the old me?
A new feeling engolfs me.

I am lost sitting in the empty hills.
Voices surround me.
Laughing at the mess sat on the hills.
That mess is me.

Here I sit alone feeling lost and sad.
As I look back on my life all I can remember is bad.
I can't remember a time when I felt glad.

I sit alone in self pity.
Wondering why?
Wondering Who am I?

by Amy Louise Kerswell

Comments (1)

You are not your feelings! they change as will your life the best is yet to come. You are so brave. xx