Why do I keep writing,
When everyone's stopped reading?
When everyone's stopped caring?
Why do I keep myself here,
Locked within my mind?
A cage of my own creation.
Maybe the drawings on the wall,
Sometimes they have answers.
But the more I look,
The more I'm confused.
I see you,
I see me,
And a whole abundance,
Why do I put myself through this,
Words to paper,
Thought transcends matter.
Why hate and love,
Equally,
Why accept you,
And say I'm horrible?
Why are you enough,
And not me?
All these can simply be answered,
By one more questions.
It's answer answers all,
And closes all doubts.
But do I know the answer,
To the one question that shatters everything?
That shows me the way?
Sadly,
I have yet to find it.
So I plead to you,
Who no longer read this,
Most likely thinking it only the sad ramblings of a saddened,
Depressed, lonely girl,
Help me.
I won't cry out,
I won't reach out.
These are the only things I can use,
Where no one knows my name.
Why can't I stop this?
This unnecessary task?
Thoughts to words,
Words to paper,
For all.
To read...
Entertaining them with my pain.
-Me, 9/1
I know you guys probably don't care, blah blah, and no body will probably see this until it might be to late, maybe... Then again, maybe I am just rambling, eh? Haha, ha. Anyways, uh, sorry if my head scares people. I know many think I'm nuts because of this stuff, and I'm sorry if you're scared of me now because of that. I just wanted to write so people with the same type things could relax, and find something that spoke to them. Find something they could attach to. And I'm in school right now, so, I have a schedule to stick to. Well... Bye, now.
-Me.
P.S., Maybe next time I'll give you guys my name... Maybe.
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
