Stuff to Get Out of My Head

Poem thing

Most of the people who have already read this have said that it is very deep. Some of those people say that I am very deep. Like this poem, apparently.

Emotions,

Stored away

Like preservatives

In a cupboard

Waiting.

Information,

Lost on those

Who refuse to

Listen.

Heartache,

Unseen to

Even those

Closest to the

Heart.

Pain,

Unescapable

And miserable,

Yet almost

Comforting.

Space,

A void begging

To be filled

With anything but

Darkness.

Light,

Breaking the

Dark glass

Of swirling

Agony.

Time,

Moving

Forward

Again

Slowly.

Breath,

Cautiously moving

The still

And quiet

Air.