To make things worse, I'm awake.
It's pathetic to talk about the same things again and again
but it's just all I think about.
Priming thoughts with negativity , the last thing I should do
but, whatever.
With people changing , situations changing, one constant thing
more than change itself,
in my life, my loneliness.
I'm cringing while I'm writing Cuz
it doesn't matter anyways.
I can bet with my whole life that those, who aren't my life's part anymore,
but once everything, would be thanking the stars that
I'm out of their life.
Well, happy for them
I've been trying to escape too
but whatever.
Sometimes I think why I was fighting ; resisting the tiniest bit of affection
Still clueless.
I heard them say I'm sick ; maybe I am. It's the irony - makes me wanna vomit - because there were times when I wished I was sick ,
thinking I'd be cared for
but now that they claim this madness, I'm far more deprived, a shame
but whatever.
Someday I might find my way, someday I might laugh the way I want.
And I hope there will be someone, anyone ,
who'd be happy that I made it
Rather than damn, I dodged it.
Whatever, goodnight.
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Poetry"Whatever, Goodnight" is a poignant spoken word poem that delves into themes of loneliness and introspection. The speaker, awake late at night and listening to "Open Arms," reflects on their persistent feelings of solitude and the cyclical nature of...
