Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
Jack
Written by
Jack  21/M/New Zealand
(21/M/New Zealand)   
    11.1k
         Alex Scaife, Bryn Kennell, ---, Shreya Srivastava, e and 296 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems