Why am I mourning
Someone who isn't dead?
Why am I tempting
The sorrows in my head?
Why do I imagine
A world in which they die?
Why can't I trust
That my paranoia's a lie?
Why do I grab onto
Every daydream?
Why will I make this into
More than it should seem?
Why can't I accept
An acquaintance for just that?
Why must I ask for more
Until I don't know where we're at?
Why am I smiling
When I want to cry?
Why does my laughter
Make me feel high?
Why can't I be happy
In a way that's real?
Why am I so confused
By everything I feel?
Why am I trapping myself
In an emotional box?
Why not have a key
For some of these locks?
Why do I give in
To this torture?
Why do I admit
I am so unsure?
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Random Thoughts
ŞiirThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
