Poetic Problem Book I

It Really Feels Like I'm The Problem

Do you even feel incredibly upset with yourself

When deep down you really just feel nothing?

Or is that just me,

Trapped in a waisted body I feel I don't belong in?

March 28, 2020
Karina Sabo

It feels like I shouldn't be talking anymore.

As I write, I'm normal

Well

Mostly normal.

There's a numb sensation lingering

In the back of my throat.

It lays beside a standing taste

Of bitterness and sorrow.

I put my heart into my words,

At least I thought so at first.

But I've come to realize some of this

Really was all in my head.

I made some of these feelings.

These people in my stories

Did they ever exist to begin with?

I taint myself with their torment,

With her eyes

And his words.

Why would I do that to myself?

Why talk about problems

If the ones I talk about are in my head.

Maybe I want to forget what's real,

Forget what really happened all those years ago.

Maybe it would be better that way.

But even so,

Why do I still feel that same numb emotion?

March 28, 2020
Karina Sabo

((I'd rather not talk about what motivated these two. In fact nothing really did motivate them.))

((I was (And well 'am' as of writing this) laying on the floor in my bedroom, with this itching emptiness that wishes to devour any emotion I could have right now.))

((Part of me has realized I need to start writing from my heart))

((From my true experiences))

((Sure it's good to imagine and find and understanding in things I've never been through, but I should see that I can't always base poetry off of characters I make))

((So if my poetry gets sadder,

Or if it gets oddly specific and hard to relate to

I'm Sorry

But thank you for reading, and thank you if you keep reading))

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