This is not a poem,
not a speech,
not an essay
.
This is just me, talking
to you.
This is me speaking with my voice through my words.
______________
Hi,
how are you?
If you wanted to know,
i'm not doing to well.
My mind takes me places
that even I am scared of.
My dad is changing back to the way he has always been.
My mom seems to get more ****** by the minute.
I feel so tired.
Angry
In love.
woah, in love?
yeah.
I'd say so.
this girl
****.
she is so perfect.
she doesn't think so,
but she is =)
I have no idea...at all
just what it is that I'm doing.
I'm not going to try,
but I really, really want to.
But then I think,
bruh,
no.
I don't know who I am,
why I'm here.
I don't feel to good.
Alone at best.
No, I know I get annoying
and weird,
dramatic.
But isn't that the beauty of me?
Like, seriously.
I wanna know,
all the stuff that
I dunno.
Thanks for talking with me,
Zach