This isn't really a poem at all, I suppose... just random thoughts collected from other people that begged to be strung together. I know this pain but thankfully haven't felt it for a long time.
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Tired of living but scared of dying
Nothing left but staying alive
I laugh and smile but even I don't believe myself--
it all sounds hollow.
I don't hate you, I just want you to like me
I don't know what I ever did to you
I never really listened I suppose.
I'm not so good at talking most days but
"Don't try to be interesting, be interested."
Trying to breathe, trying to shout out
but drowned by voices of negativity and despair
Hopeless pressure on my chest and I
just want to break free of the chains
Desperation, hanging on to the edge of a cliff
by a single thin thread
just enough to keep me going
I don't ask for much
just want to be normal
plain as plain can be
Oh wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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