this is a letter to a particular nobody
with only thoughts and secrets to spill
Poetry without rhymes
is like sleeping on a bed of crumbs
It's weird, okay?
But I'm trying
I'm trying my best,
My best to make them proud,
my best to stop the screaming.
I'm trying, but i feel like I'm failing
Again, and again, from start to finish of the day.
Oh, shut up, you stupid brain!
Stop! you stupid mouth!
Stop speaking, just blink and breathe.
that's it.
other than that, just stop! stop! stop!
Just leave everything you're doing
and look in a mirror.
Why and
How
are you like this and
What happened?
Is it because of the things you've said,
and the things you've thought?
the things you've done, and come across,
and seen and heard, and thought, and said..
Ugh! It's an endless loop isn't it?
In my brain, occupying my mind all the time.
it won't stop
even when i shut my brain off
it won't stop
even when i want it to
it wont stop
ugh, i hate this
i hate what i do and say
and i hate who I've become.
YOU ARE READING
Projections Of The Mind
Aléatoirepoems about love, life and other things alike written by me. inspired by the love, happiness, fear and pain. all from my head to paper to your screens. all originally original. it gets better over time.
