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waiting what am I waiting for I'm never good enough my words are vacuous I pretend they aren't I act like they mean something beautiful but my words are empty and you can try to wring them out hope that some meaning drips from the dried out shell but I can promise you they are useless and how do you expect me to be okay with myself when the only way I am given to communicate is faulty and the connection is bad I speak like the static on tv channels, hardly any singal and the fuzziness dominates over the show it would probably be best if you change the channel, because the connection is lost I am so lost, and coming after me is of no use I'm already far too gone drifting in and out of sanity in and out of those static channels if you come after me youll just become lost too I'm a disease, I'm contagious just turn back while you still can
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
Self Pity
waiting what am I waiting for I'm never good enough my words are vacuous I pretend they aren't I act like they mean something beautiful but my words are empty and you can try to wring them out hope that some meaning drips from the dried out shell but I can promise you they are useless and how do you expect me to be okay with myself when the only way I am given to communicate is faulty and the connection is bad I speak like the static on tv channels, hardly any singal and the fuzziness dominates over the show it would probably be best if you change the channel, because the connection is lost I am so lost, and coming after me is of no use I'm already far too gone drifting in and out of sanity in and out of those static channels if you come after me youll just become lost too I'm a disease, I'm contagious just turn back while you still can
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
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