I hate when I remember.
Dear God you have no clue.
Of all the things I do.
When it's late at night,
And I'm the only one awake.
These thoughts flowing in my head,
As I lay there and reminisce.
My eyes start to cloud,
Soon after replaced by tears.
But no one is there,
I'm all alone.
My mind in a treacherous place of its own.
I have yet to seek help.
Though is help really the key?
Maybe I just need time to heal.
Or maybe I will have to deal.
But dealing with this isn't something I desire,
All it does is make me want to retire.
Clearly I haven't gotten what I need,
Because nobody wants to complete the deed.
You know by the time I stop thinking,
I conclude there is no help for me.
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Short Poems
PoetryJust a collection of my writings. I don't publish super often. If anyone actually reads these then enjoy :) EDIT: I haven't been on wattpad in a while so here's a **trigger warning**
