Sometimes I forget how to breathe sometimes I forget I can see sometimes I forget that I actually have a heart beat
sometimes I want to cry
sometimes I wish I would die sometimes the world is too much
and sometimes time is a crunch
I'm racing
thoughts racing in my mind
im racing against time
don't ask what's on my mind
I can't tell you
not anymore. There's too many thoughts and it's a chore
I'm sorting and sorting remembering more
I wish I could go back to my happy place
I wish I could plaster the smile back on my face
I wish I wasn't a fucking disgrace
if this is what poetry is then I'll quit it's too hard to express what I'm feeling as if it's describable
sometimes I forget how to breathe
I forget I can see
I forget my heart beats
I forget that I'm me
I'm grounding
disosciating
but this time it's not bad it's just
me.
Floating away in the breeze
touching the trees
remembering to breathe
and tonight when I sleep my dreams they will keep
that magic I lost
the hope I have found
my feet will finally touch the ground and I'll be.
Yes.
I'll be.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lost
PoetryI wonder if I wander far enough from here If I'll make it to there... Where is there? No one knows Until they get there...
