If no one reads this
All for the better
I write my poetry
For my own release
My own form of therapy.
Looking at all these poem books
Reaching heights I wished for long ago
But now I don't care
I just needed an outlet
Instead of carving my emotions
Like a pumpkin on Halloween
Scooping out blood instead of seeds.
The times I wished for validation
Left me long ago.
I hoped they would ask
To see the new art I would create
After countless attempts
And being disheartened
An arrow hit me
A bulls eye straight through my mind.
I needed no one but myself
I wish I realized in time
Why write on this site?
I write for myself
To look back at my changes
Have a place that's a reminder
That I have a safe haven
Somewhere I can go
And not worry about the disappearance
Of all my happiness, sorrows, and feelings.
If no one reads this
I wouldn't mind
Give it a couple years
Here I'll come back
Smiling at the remnants I left.
YOU ARE READING
The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
