We talk and talk
All night long
Until 4am
Yet it feels as if
No one ever talks to me
We smile
We laugh
And we make memories
How is it
After 11 years
None of you have noticed
As I slowly, slowly
Withdaw
Is it normal to not talk much?
Normal
To work alone?
Sit silently?
I watch myself
As if from above
As I stuggle to walk
On rocky ground
That just gets more unstable
Alone
I wander
I fight to pull through
I lie to myself
Tell myself it's okay
You really do care
You just don't show it
I'm not alone
The words fall hollow to my ears
I know the situation
And I want out
But you all blindly turn away
Who will help me now?
You all live the best of your lives
While I know
When I look back in 30 years
These years
I will describe as
The years an unstable me
Fought alone to find myself
Yes,
Alone
I will have to find myelf
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Moving On: Vol. #5
PoesíaThis is just another collection of poems I've written. My other volumes include Want: Vol. #1, Too Late: Vol. #2, A Little Bit of Hope: Vol. #3 and Stronger: Vol. #4. This book, like the previous ones, will have 25 parts, then I'll start a sixth vol...
