i cant seem to make anything good of myself
my sources are depleted
why does everything have to mean so much
everything i do is about trying to prove everyone wrong when i know theyre right
you cant keep turning against me and then saying you care
i dont believe you anymore
its everyone or its me
i want to disappear

these
birds
are
huddled
in
the
dark
and
pray for
each other
with
their
kind hearts
but
still
these
birds have
broken wings

When a dog chases it’s tail,
Does it get bored after it catches it?
Or does it hang on tight,
Running circles through the night?

If I chase you again,
Will you continue to run?
Run away forever,
Some sick idea of fun?

And if I become as fast as light,
Will I be the dog that hangs on tight?
Or will I too get bored,
And leave your life fragmented and ignored?

"You could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I'd still pick them up and put them back in your hands."

I draw my poetry
From the depths of my despair
As many other poets do

Sadly I can’t draw them
From my highest of highs
Like other brilliant artists

To all poets
Thank you for sharing
Whether it be a shard of light
Or a wisp of darkness
It all takes power
To turn pain and happiness
Into art