I want to lie down and hug my pillow for a minute
I want to lie down and forget the world and what is in it
I want to lie down and my crazy thoughts derail
I want to lie down and deeply just exhale
I want to lie down and close my eyes to rest
I want to lie down and feel the dark's caress
I want to lie down and forget about it all
I want to lie down and listen to that voiceless call
I want to lie down and forget these ruby laced wrist
I want to lie down and simply not exist
#iwanttoliedown #sad #death
I don't need any more temporary people,
People keep asking me
If I am okay
And I don't know
what to tell them
Nobody likes me.
I take up space.
Those two things seem to make people hate me.
And I don't know why.
People are always mad that I take up space.
All of my poetry feels the same.
But, what is to blame?
Is it what I feel?
Is it the reoccurring events in my life?
Is it who I am?
All of my friends are liars.
I've been thrown into the fire.
In my head a voice rings.
That nobody likes me.
And its been telling me this for a long time.
And so, I have become a mime.
Stuck in a box.
Oh, what a paradox.
An invisible voice locking someone in an invisible box.
This poem is messy but oh well... that's how my thoughts are these days anyhow.
I really dislike these changes you've made,
while some are okay
others have ruined my day.
This might be where my blog ends.