I haven't spoken in a while
Well at least not on here
I've spoken in my notes
But not on here or out loud
I haven't touched my laptop since summer started
It really doesn't matter
I'm either on my phone or pc
Stuck in my room
This isn't rhyming
You know what?
I don't give a fuck
I don't care that it doesn't sound like a poem
I don't care that no one will read this and care
I don't care that posting on this is pointless
I don't give a fuck.
I don't normally cry
Not because I bottle it up
I find other ways
But today
Oh lord was it the tipping point
I have
6
6.
Long poems
About how silent my cries are
About how I've been thinking about getting a therapist
Even though I never will
About if my life is sadder than others
About how I will carry the burden I just gathered and will keep it to myself
About me just talking about how I feel
About everything
And nothing
Should I post this?
Is this the poetry
If this even is considered poetry
That people want to read
I certainly don't
I probably won't ever look back at all the poems I have written
Of course I will never delete them
But I won't read them
So then why am I posting this?
Because I don't give a shit.
YOU ARE READING
Poems that may never be heard.
PoesíaThe world is my muse and my abuser. Poetry is my art and my abused. Neither gets heard.