Isolation

It's a universal truth that people will start caring the minute you stop.

UPDATE: I re-published the Acrostic Poems.

LOST: I've made several massive updates to Lost and hope that my entries reflect my improvements in poetry. Feel free to read it if you're interesting. If not, enjoy the rest of your night. :)

IMPORTANT: I'm going to be removing a few of my poems from Wattpad based on their merit. If you'd like me to keep one for a particular reason, please notify me; otherwise, it might be deleted.

I KNOW IM FINDING IT HARD TO BREATHE
          AND I'VE BEEN DROWNING IN MY OWN SLEEP

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG HIIIIII HOW WAS YOUR DAAAAY MY DARLING?

Why, The Fray (Cover)
          (Originally by Annie Lennox)
          
          How many times do I have to try to tell you?
          That I'm sorry for the things I've done.
          But when I start to tell you, that's when you have to tell me,
          hey, this trouble's only just begun.
          I tell myself too many times
          why don't you learn to keep your mouth shut?
          That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
          keep falling from your mouth
          Falling from your mouth
          Falling from your mouth
          
          Tell me why?
          Why?
          
          I may be mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind,
          but I can still read what you're thinking
          What you are thinking
          What are you thinking?
          I've heard it said too many times you'd be better off.
          Besides, why can't you see this boat is sinking?
          This boat is sinking.
          Let's go down to the water's edge,
          We can cast away these stones.
          Somethings are better left unsaid.
          They still turn me inside out.
          Turn me inside out
          Turn me inside out
          
          Tell me why?
          Tell me why?
          You tell me
          
          This is a book I've never read
          The words I've never said
          The path I'll never tread
          And the dreams I'll dream instead.
          The drink I step and spilled
          Tears that we shed
          The fear, Madrid
          and the conscious inside my head.
          This is the years we spent.
          This is what they represent.
          This is how I feel
          Do you even know how I feel?
          Cause if you know
          I don't think you know how I feel
          How can you know?
          You never ask me
          Why

http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=CCVgs76p4SU
          http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=J8MjFkWuKok
          
          ^^The stories of my life.

What happened to your poetry?

I GET OUT THE 21ST YOU'RE SO LUCKY IT'S NOT FAIR.