I don't know where this will go
This poem?
Tomorrow?
My life?
I don't how it will end
But I continue
To write
To wait
To live
If someone doesn't know
should they go on
I am
Do I want to?
Maybe
or
Maybe
not
People don't know a lot of things
How does anyone get anything
done
How is anything
believable
They say
'they just know'
what if you
don't know
what if you know
you'll never know
The pain of
not knowing
is overwhelming
sometimes
Like knifes
spoiling good memories
like a pop of a bubble
Or like
drowning
all you can breath
is the knowledge that
there is no knowledge
it fills your lungs
till you don't float
anymore
I don't know
what people call this feeling
this thing
that keeps coming back
I guess that's the whole
problem
I do know
how to hide it
till I almost believe its gone
But it creeps back into my mind
And leaves in tears
as they fall
I wonder why they are falling
I let more fall
I don't know the answers
to my own questions
that's why.
No answers to why they fall
why nothing feels right
why every smile feels plastic
in moments that are real
why laughs are hallow
and tears are crystal clear
I have no answers
no where to get them
I was doing so good
pretending
that I was happy
I thought I found the answers
I almost believed it
but now I have all the things that bring joy
but no answers to keep it
Joy is temporary
with people that
don't know
Temporary
pointless
an endless circle
I run with it
I think I have it
then I don't
but I do
just can't
don't know how
so it is pointless
to run yourself
through this circle
pointless
just like this poem
just like tomorrow
just like yesterday
just like this
poem.
Inspiration: Is this love?
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Never Ending
شِعرThis is a collection of old poems from old times made from past love in a past life with same old problems. *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe th...
