I'm watching from a distance,
observing very carefully.
Quietly, I slip away,
Quietly, I'll find a way,
Quietly, I'll be okay.
All talk but what do I see?
I'm hiding,
mostly invisibly.
I sit at the edge
and you put me on a ledge.
When you harass me,
I take it.
I plan out my attacks inside my head,
but I'm a fake person and I won't make it.
I don't say what I mean,
just something in between.
I go into a dream, staring off into space.
I'm listening anyway.
I'm writing in this journal when you confront me and say,
"God, you look dead."
Yep, that's what you said.
It's all from the heart,
But I don't really care what you say.
I pretend to be okay,
but I'm not.
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
