Writing doesn't feel right anymore
No this isn't a poem
Or maybe it is
It seems I'm stuck
In this structure
But either way
I'm telling you it doesn't feel the same
It's as if I'm trying to pick up
An old broken toy
Does that mean I'm broken?
Is my mind broken?
How do I fix it.
It's not a question
It's a statement
There isn't an answer
And I'm waiting for something
To feel this emptiness
That's eating at me everyday
Waiting for something to make me feel
Other then something I have to light
Late at night
In the backseat of my car
Getting down every time I see lights
I run through people
Like there tv shows on Netflix
I binge
And it's great
Then it's over
And I move on
And I even forget the show
I even forget the person
Sometimes I stare at my reflection
In the mirror
And I scream
In my mind
To see if maybe the scream
Will reach my eyes
But it doesn't
My face remains the same
And I silently scream
For what feels like an eternity
Hell im even screaming now
Can you hear me?
Does it make your ears bleed?
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My Dark Poems
PoetryJust some poems hope you can relate to them. Please comment and vote it means a lot thanks :)
