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Jan 2015
It's 4am and I'm laying awake half naked
worried about money and life, but that's
nothing new.
What the **** am I doing with my life and where
is the next step of the equation?

It's just like math,
all the tools are there right in front of me,
but I just don't understand and I'm too afraid to ask
how to proceed.


Emotionally, I'm a wreck.
Socially, I'm a wreck.
Mentally, I'm a wreck.
Physically, I'm alright.

Overall, I'm just ******* confused.
How many tears have to fall on my pillow
before something finally clicks in my messed up
pile of **** I call a brain?

Help me.
Joshua Fenner
Written by
Joshua Fenner  Fargo, ND
(Fargo, ND)   
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