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Feb 2018
I swear to god
These never make sense
But that's just me
Never making sense
It's not a style
It's just me
I don't try hard enough
I really never had
Because what's the point in trying
When you always think it's ****?
This is all ****
And I've accepted that
There's not a point
In getting my hopes up
That I'll ever do something good enough
For the world to look at and go:
"Wow"
"Cool"
"That doesn't actually ****!"
Because it does
I already knew this
I've known from the start
That starting this
Would bring out all of my thoughts
The ones I try my hardest to avoid
They're dangerous
These thoughts
They shouldn't be read
But here I am
Sharing them with you
You poor soul
Stop reading now
Or you'll regret it
Because I'll give you a reminder:
It doesn't get any better
You'll never get this moment back
You spent this time
Reading a ****** poem
That doesn't even rhyme
It doesn't even have a name
Sam
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Sam  16/M/A pineapple under the sea
(16/M/A pineapple under the sea)   
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     --- and empty seas
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