It's just a vent
It's fine till I'm staring ,
At a glowing rectangle that has different things,
It gives my brain something else to think,
Something else than wondering bout fallen wings,
It helps my heart not to ache ,
Cuz somebody's words still echo inside,
And reminds me not how small my problems,
Seem when I rate them by everyone else's side.
It helps shut down the thousand thoughts ,
That raid my mind like a trains crowd,
About how I'm lonely because I am,
Or lonely because I am not ,
Worthy , humorous.
Good , and good ,
Because I sit here broken ,venomous with fangs,
And when someone loves me I fear i might
Hurt their heart ,everynight?
Just like how mine does.
My boring poems,
My boring verbs,
Heavy with pain ,
Proses that rain ,
Always,always I'm afraid,
I just need to hug someone and cry,
Is it too much to ask?
Yk somehow talking about my problems,
For me is the hardest task,
But i assure you I'm good,
I'm happy ,
I'm not as broken as I seem ,
I'm just tired .
Like a deja vu,
Recurring problems and sad dreams.
I'm just tired ,
So when this glowing rectangle goes dark,
I don't really know what to do with my heart,
My eyes rain and I remind myself it's okay,
We'll heal , it's just a bad day,
But ,
It's the same from two years past,
And my poems , they suck
They're not shiny anymore,
They're just my venting thoughts .
So I think I might disappear,
I've been trying,
Nothing seems to work .
-ss
