*tw: loneliness*
i ramble enthusiastically to people
who don't care, not noticing the obvious disinterest on their faces until
it's too late and i feel foolish
i cry myself to sleep and refuse help from people who actually offer it
i stare up at the stars and smile, receiving
nothing in return and never feeling sure if i was expecting anything or not
i read a few pages and watch a few shows
until nothing interests me anymore
i spend most of my summer days
in between wanting more and wanting nothing
i write poems that scare me.
i think thoughts that scare me.
i expose my deepest thoughts to empty rooms
and blank pages, scarcely
caring and familiar faces
i am scared of my thoughts, of
the questions i want answered
i am terrified, writing this now
i am usually surrounded by people but
always lonely, always nervous
about something
i look up to the stars and i
stare at the darkness of my bedroom
and i hear nothing at all aside
from my horrifying thoughts
i am met with only silence, always silence.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
