you know what…
i don’t know.
i am so tired of trying to explain
all the hurt,
all the thoughts,
all the emotions,
all the negative feelings
that push me
right to the edgest edge
of my sanity,
because i know that the world
doesn’t care,
or the world won’t understand,
either it can’t or it just doesn’t want to.
my pain doesn’t matter
’cause i’m just another soul
trying to make sense
and contribute to life
though i find it really hard
to follow the way it was established.
and all these things
enter my head
all at once,
and if the trigger’s pulled,
i wouldn’t know what to do.
or maybe i do, i just don’t want to
think about it,
so i compress it all
to fit the words “i don’t know”.
those words are easier to pull,
easier to understand,
easier to hear,
easier to comfort,
or ignore.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
