I scribble quickly on this page my creativity gone, my mind blank.
I struggle to find a peice of my mind my thoughts are scattered slowly destroying my brain.
It runs nonstop, quickly running away.
I want some friends but none show up.
I try too hard or never enough.
Well which is it?
Am I good or am I bad?
My heart feels empty like there’s nothing left but I open my arms and feel it’s swift beat.
It seems to be waiting, but for what?
Waiting for him?
But who is he?
I seem to know but then he leaves.
Humans are funny that way, but what can I say?
We show emotion but quickly hide it away.
What’s so bad, I wonder.
Why can’t we see the sweet side of humanity?
The humane side.
Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be?
My questions are plain, all asked the same.
What’s new?
Nothing I’m still friendless.
I’m still waiting for change.
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3AM
PoetryThese are poems. These are pieces of me pulled from the darkest part of my brain. These are not all one poem but they are all one book and they are all one brain. **strong language and possible triggers**
