Perhaps a place such as this Where lost souls come to share Will help me feel some comfort, sweetness, some bliss Instead of the constant confusion, dislike, and scare
or No
Perhaps another anonymous group of dots on another screen With people signifying, expressing, bemoaning, loving, longing Will help me see once and for all That this really is just no place for me, for belonging
Maybe
Alone is where I almost always am, by choice Within me, I know things that almost no one else wants to know Just like you do, except that you have found your voice (And for the record, almost is one of the worst words I ever heard, and it shows)
There are 10,000 poems in me. But there is nothing new under the sun and I can just visit here and see my own pain written by strangers and it helps me feel less alone and I thank you
I don't need to be saved except from my thoughts. Hard work is hard work and while I live here (if one can call this living) too weak to do much but survive I will read about those with the courage to pour out your souls