fuck life, jeez.
more things for an empty set of bleachers.
i'm not important enough.
people will argue,
"you have friends!!"
"you're important!!"
you don't have to be a genuis to figure out i'm not.
i have these people around me that i'm cared of losing.
but i know i will lose.
it's happening over again.
the days of silence on important dates
moments of aknowledgment, only to vanish
knowing how much that they've done for everyone else-
and realizing straight away that i'd never be one of them.
i'm a writer who has trouble with words,
an artist that has trouble with creativity,
and a musician who struggles with notes.
i'm just barely noticeable in this big crowd of people-
people who are much better than me anyway-
and all i've got is a name in my head.
tell me again that i'm special,
tell me i'm important,
when you're the one who cares least of all.
YOU ARE READING
of rants and poems.
Poetrybasically a bunch of raw emotions compiled into sentences and so-called stanzas of free-verse. if you could even call it that. either way, trigger warning and things like that. also it's unedited blasts of feelings and ranting. it's not something i...
