"Having someone doesn't mean ****"

"The loneliness doesn't go away with someone sitting next to you"

"If someone says they 'love you' it doesnt make you love yourself"

What do you do, ?

When you no longer belong in the place you were born.
When all the people you know don't know you anymore.
When everything is the same and nothing has changed except you.
When you look in the mirror and can't recognize the reflection.

What do you do, ?

Do you leave everything that is familiar ?
Or
Do you stay and remain a stranger ?

What do you do, ?

Now that you gave everything you had to give and they're still asking you for more.
Now, that all the sweet lies have been told and all that is left is the bitter truth.

What do you do, ?

When all the things that used to be cool aren't cool anymore and all of a sudden, your heart wants more.
When the boy in you is dead and the man in you can't stand the thought of being alive.

What do you do, ?

Its questions I often ask myself and others, whenever I'm home.
I don't feel at home anymore.

He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry