ANOTHER POEM (sorry)

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I know I just updated, and I already put a couple of poems up, but I have another one. Sorry. Whoops.

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Please listen.

I don't know what I feel.
Don't ask me to describe it to you because
I don't know.
I don't know how to feel,
When to talk, who to trust, or
What to show.

I feel like I'm alone
Even if there are a thousand people
On every side of me.
I don't know who I am
No matter how many people tell me
What to be.

Please listen.

I'm the only one that knows
That my feelings
Bring me to
My knees,
I'm the only one that knows
That my emotions
Are stronger
Than I can
Control.
Please.

Listen.

I want other people to know,
I want to cross that line.
But when I go to say it, all that escapes
My mouth is "I'm fine."

And I know I'm not fine,
I'm not okay, and
There are things that
Will never be fine
Tomorrow
Or today.

Please listen.

I don't know how to say
That I don't feel quite right,
That I'm not okay,
And it's slowly
Crushing
Me.

I don't know how to say
That I'm drowning
In what other people
Breathe.
Why can't you see?

Please listen.

I'm looking around and watching
Everyone around me
Stare into the abyss from above
As I am free
Falling.

I'm watching everyone else
Doing what they can, they're rather rushed,
As I stand here, all alone,
Just gathering
Dust.

Please listen.

I want to walk away,
I want to quit, but it's quite queer,
I'd like to change direction
But I just don't know how to
Steer

It's just "stop"
And "go"
And "do this or that"
And never "here,
Take a chair, let's chat."
No.

Please listen.

It's all nonstop and I don't know
How to slow down.
I'm sinking further and further
And I might just
Drown.

No. I'm already drowning,
But I don't know how to say that I am, just
Please help, please tell me
What to do, how to get through what I'm feeling,
Please take it all away,

Please listen.

I'm not fine.
I'm not alright.
My emotions- I am underneath.
I'm not okay.
I'm drowning
In what other people breathe.

Please listen.

Just tell me I'm not alone,
Tell me you'll be there.

Please listen.

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