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Nov 2017
i guess this is how it's supposed to work
i keep writing
and writing
and spewing worthless ****
that's been said thousands of times before
but i can't do anything else
i need to empty myself
i need to feel something
i, i, i, i, i,
always about me
that's all i know
and even that i don't understand much at all
me, me, me, me, me
***** me
i am loved
i am worth it
but ****** do i want to be?
all these ties are supposed to keep me from falling
but they're dragging me down
little bows and red strings
from my heart
i wish i was alone
i wish these thoughts would end
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Ford Prefect  22/!
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   eileen
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