i can't find the words to write anymore.
its kind of just like hovering my fingers above the letters.
the keyboard moves side to side making it more difficult for you to read my thoughts.
the thoughts themselves aren't very good,
but they're words to read and learn about me.
never mind the bad writing,
but think about the meaning.
a girl feeling alone and separated from the rest of the world.
watching tv at four in the morning because sleep is hard to find.
no matter how hard i try,
i lay down and close my eyes,
but my mind is working in over time.
unable to sleep,
unable to love,
unable to live.
thats how it is.
everyday of my life
the things seem to just keep repeating.
but when i see something i like,
i can feel my pupils dilate.
the feeling i get in my stomach,
and the thoughts that roam my head.
they fly around like birds in the wild.
its both a beautiful thing
and an obnoxiously annoying thing.
life is hard,
life is annoying,
life is anything but a thrill ride.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrylittle outbursts of my mind splattered and spotted it's found on paper in pen -cmh oklahoma senior
