(this was a vent poem i wrote when i was 13 years old. i am 22 now.)
November was bad, December ain't better
I fixed it before, but it's getting colder
It'll only get worse if I stay like this longer
I can't fix it now, I've been bitter
Now I'm just a quitter
Everything either attracts me or hurts me
Only that, no other way it could be
I wish I could say what only I see
I'm a real life Inside Out, but at least I feel something
Love or hurt
Love
or hurt.
I'm doing this to myself,
Yes, I know it's not good, But I'm not going well
I feel trapped, but not in a prison cell
I'm unaware of everything, I can't remember how I fell
I'm so alone, get me out of this painful hell.
I try to pick myself up, but I trip and fall again
I watch and do happy things, but nothing's workin'
I made a third side of me, where both love and hurt are livin'
But most people think it's a-
STOP.
It's just a phase. (or is it?) Why feel down?
There's always good things that come around!
Sorry dude, you're not real.
I'll help through this time,
No time now to whine!
No. Stop.
Well, I'll be here for you!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I can't talk without bringing,
I can't do anything without bringing,
I can't watch without bringing,
I can't look without bringing,
Love or hurt.
