Here i sit
Alone in my bed
Alone in life
Seemingly
I must grow up
And act my age
And be responsible
Because that's what the world expects of me
Right
But
I've never been this old before
There's no book that has all of my required behaviors and tasks
There's no instruction manual
On how the fuck
I'm supposed to navigate my way through this
Eternal hell
Of dreaded emotions
And massive crying fits
I don't know what to do
With my life
With life in general
So when I ask
I ask because I'm lost
But the only answer I get back
Is
"You shoulda thought about that before"
Don't you fucking think I would have
If I knew
What the fuck
I should be thinking about
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Poetry Book 2
Şiirjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
