Text 1
It's been 5 minutes,
Tell yourself they are busy.
Can't spend every moment talk with you.Text 2
You don't change the subject,
To do so would be rude.
This isn't about you,
Just sent a joke.Text 3
"Hey, are you there?"Now the thoughts race,
They hate you.
They're ignoring you.Thoughts against them,
Suddenly switch, flip.
Now thoughts against you.What a nuisance,
Always bothering those around.
You shouldn't talk to themText 4
Written not sent.Now you cry.
Cut.
Burn.
Bite.
Punch.Pain to make mind silent.
All you wanted,
Was to send a text.
Yet now:
You breakdown.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Volume 1
PoetryJust poems, mostly unedited. These are raw emotions treat them with respect and no flash photography.