what are you meant to do?
when it's all happening so quickly
and you can only feel
your ribs tightening
caging you into your body
as your left glitching
like a bad phone
or some computer
or any type of technology
what do you do
when you know
that could've been you?
when you know
you could've been
them?
as your only left
reacting
to their face
since thats
the only mark
they ever made
on you
as your left reacting
wondering
how many people feel this way
what do you do?
as you watch a hole
be dug 6 feet
into the ground
it could be somebody else
who could be you
who could be
the next guy in front of you
who could be
the one beside you
who could be
the one behind you
5 rows down
10 rows down
the next person you pass by
what do you do?
where do they even go?
as your taught
the constrictions
of leading your own death
wondering if they'll
ever be okay in the end
wondering if
they knew indefinitely
what was the right thing to do
what do you do?
what do you do?
what do you do?
when a story time myth
became reality?
a fantasy
left wondering all the
actualities
how many people
are left wondering
who else feels alone?
i do know
that's not how the real story goes
cause every kid
who thinks they're not worth it
thinks no one really cares
they want to be perfect
i wish someone was there
cause i don't know what to do
i don't even know how to
move on
from this
so what do you do?
what am i even meant to do?
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
