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Alex Apr 2018
When everyone else is angry,
I am the one with the misty eyes.

When everyone else overcomes their grief,
I am the one with the misty eyes.

When the end has finally come,
I am the one who is ready.
Thank you for reading.
  Apr 2018 Alex
Jack P
teacher sent me to the doctor's office
teacher sent me home
teacher sent me to the place
where all the foul things roam

teacher gave me tic-tacs
to swallow when i'm sad
teacher said the chemicals
will make me sorta mad

teacher dries my eyes up
with platitudes enough
to even console all the kids who
are made of smarter stuff

teacher says confusion
is not a cause for shame
i'm not quite sure what teacher means
but i listen all the same

teacher treading tip-toed
lowering the tone:
"i'll help you with the theory here
but you'll practice on your own."
if you are sad, get people to help you not be sad, thanks
Alex Apr 2018
When I'm around others, I'll talk and laugh.
I'll smile and tell stories and listen to them.
But when I walk away, I am empty.
Emptier than the vacuum of space.
Blanker than a sheet of untouched paper.
Inside, I don't feel happiness anymore.
I don't feel anything.
I'm just here, existing.
This is the way I feel every day. I needed to get this off my chest.
Alex Apr 2018
Think.
Think about the dot on the end of this sentence.
Now think about these words, this poem. How many dots can make up these words?
Now think about this-
You're more than a septillion times that.
One human out of 7.6 billion.
And that's just the humans.
That's a lot of dots.

(Hoping this information is right.)
Alex Apr 2018
I hate that eternal abyss that pulls at you whenever you lift a finger from that thin edge to which you are clinging. I hate the way that abyss calls to you, and you want to let go but you are too afraid. I hate the way people try to pry your fingers away, screaming at you to let go. I hate the way they're all clinging to their own edges while they do so, because they must know how I'm feeling. But we all just hang on those edges, above the gaping maw of empty nothingness, thinking that hurting others will help us climb out. Nothing will help us escape from here, you hopeful, desperate souls. This is the way it is, barely holding on until we finally fall.
I kind of hope you'll understand what I'm saying. I kind of don't, because that means we're both stuck with this abyssal mindset.
Alex Apr 2018
Running when you shouldn't be,
racing for the exits.
Jumping for the nearest window,
though every part of you says it:
Don't even try it.
You won't make the leap.
The glass is only touched by a finger- tip.
You're walking a tightrope and the ***** is steep.
Risk- taking is good. In some situations.
Alex Apr 2018
The tide is pulling in,
and splashing out again.
How can we affect
the path the ocean treks?
We really can't,
but we can rant
for hours on end
about the way things have been.
But what does that do
besides mess with you?
You can't stop the wave
or hope it'll act your slave.
Everyone says it's necessary
to hold the weight you're meant to carry,
but if it's not the way the tide flows,
don't be afraid to let go.
Everyone is going to force burdens on you. It's your choice to decide which ones you can handle. You don't have to smoke because your friend tells you to, you don't have to be who your parents want you to be- and you can't make someone else something they're not.

You are the waves, the ocean, and the tide. A little sea- crab can't stop you from being you, even if it has the sharpest claws in the world.
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