Saturday, March 22, 2014

Sometimes

Sometimes, I want to be lost,
And don’t want to be found.
Sometimes, I don’t want to
belong anywhere.
Sometimes, I want to escape,
To a faraway place,
And make it my new home.
Sometimes, I wish,
I was just on my own.
Sometimes, I want to stand,
In the middle of the highway,
And get hit by a truck.
Sometimes, I wonder, 
How do I tell my loved ones that-
Sometimes, I want to be lost,
And don’t want to be found.

1 comment:

Lonely soul said...

Sometimes, even I feel like dz. Seems like I have met a girl who know all my thoughts.Ua really a sweet ♥ shriti.I jz wanna keep on reading ua posts..