Poets note:
Before I write this one. This poem has a little story...

Me and my family went on a trip with my neighbourhood, and we went to France via coach (Ps I live in England). Once the day was over, our coach got slightly delayed we had to wait for a while but soon enough we got into the coach... It was dark everyone was sleeping around me, some people near the back gossiping, some people were just taking in the scenery of outside, but then and there I felt like time had stopped... it felt very suffocating so I decided to write it down before it got to me...

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9th MAR 2019

WAITING

I'm waiting on a train,
waiting for something to happen.
Waiting for you to come back,
to me after my calls...
Is it over?
Are you done with me?

I hope not.
Cause I know you're waiting for me somewhere over there,
but something within is still holding on to you,
like a tight string that's about to burst,
but I still wait,
for hope?...

Sirens start going off in my head,
causing it to pound loud in my ears.
It's like having a panic attack,
but I don't even know how to feel,
I've been overthinking again,
about how you used to make me feel...

please don't leave me alone without you saying...

"goodbye..."