I'm slow don't you know, it takes a while for me to smile,
I've been trying, but also dying; in words more ruthless, I am useless.
I'm all rhyming, lacking timing, messy words that come in herds,
And they make no sense but in my defence, my heads a mess and this helps, I guess.
My body is giving up, and honestly? I don't give a fuck, I'm ill but there seems to be no remedy, I've learned to accept this illness is me.
Half broken but still coping, finding ways to move on, even though you aren't gone,
Well you are, but not really, you just don't want to see me, but that's fine because I don't want to see you, and that's not all so new.
I've said my goodbyes, and I've cried all my cries, I wish I'd thought all my thoughts and spoken all I ought,
But something's never change, and something's still cause pain, and that's why I'm so slow, for I've nowhere, really, to go.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
شِعرI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
