Mar 2019
On nights like these,
I question, the way I am,
I question, the way these are,
I question, the people around me.
On nights like these,
I feel, the pain of the past
I feel, the bitterness of the present
I feel, the scared uncertainty of the future.
On nights like these,
I see, the trauma I was put through,
I see, the distance I put between loved ones
I see, the way people "love" me.
On nights, like these.
I question, the way I am,
I question, the way these are,
I question, the people around me.
On nights like these,
I feel, the pain of the past
I feel, the bitterness of the present
I feel, the scared uncertainty of the future.
On nights like these,
I see, the trauma I was put through,
I see, the distance I put between loved ones
I see, the way people "love" me.
On nights, like these.
I wrote of this poem right now. It was my raw and first thought during one of my really bad episodes. Unedited and raw. I did not think while writing, I just did what i felt. The way writing should be.
