My ideas begin to fade
In my head I need to raid
Trying to find emotion
Something to drown out the commotion
What's wrong with me?
I just want to see
Fuck I'm crying
I feel like inside I'm dying
You want to hear a joke?
I thought I was finding hope
Me! Of all people
Thinking that happiness was achievable
I'm an idiot
A lying fucking halfwit
I probably won't let you read this
Because I just want a final bliss.
How do I end a poem today?
On the darkest place I ever lay.
Why do I try?
Does it matter if I lie?
These poems
Make up my ohms
I'm beginning to fade.
My debt finally paid.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryIts just my poems. My poetry from when I was like 16 or so years old. Newer one is better. Or I hope so
