why do I feel so goddamn empty all the time
like some part of me is missing
I'm homesick even though I'm home
why do I feel so alone?
my tears are pouring out of me like the words I could never say
there's no one here to listen
why is everything so dark?
I'm at my wits end and everything is blurry
nothing seems to stop the pain anymore
what the fuck is wrong with me?
I don't care about anything anymore
or do I care too much?
I can't risk showing anyone a part of me
in fear of being rejected, pushed to the side and ignored
why did they take my trust away from me?
I feel like I'm here but I'm not
going through the motions but not really feeling
waiting for a sign, something, anything
to pull me back from the edge
before even I can't stop myself
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesiethis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
