The poems I ran out of time to send.

I don't know.

One of my favourite lines to express, 

the best of the best,

'I don't know'.

I could scream till my throat bled, 

and rip through my head.

I could break my heart,

drive a fucking cart through my thoughts.

Sail a ship through my worries, 

and run through my thoughts.

I could attack my feelings, 

and still not know.

I could wake up alive, 

but barely functioning,

I could smile or cry, 

I could want to die, 

but still not know.

I could think I understand, 

I could be 'the man', 

I could have all the fans in the world.

I could be the smartest, 

I could be the fastest, 

but still not know.

I could wonder, and ponder.

I could fall, and catch myself.

I could jump, and not move a muscle.

I could run the world, 

be an asshole, 

and still not know.

I could be an astro-physicist, 

I could be a doctor, 

I could be a lawyer, 

I could be any fucking thing in this whole goddamn world, 

but I still don't know.

I don't know anything, 

all I know is love, 

but it seems I messed that up.

So, I don't know anything,

I don't know why I'm like this,

I'm sorry.