Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

28th May 2014 22:35

I hear some of you say that I'm going crazy but I don't give a first. Give me something surreal at least so I can buy it and go behind the shed to smoke a cigarette. Everyone's a combination of happiness and craziness and some would lose and some one win. If you failed, remember that every time you re-miss you're hiding from your true self in a real world. Pretend you're happy, fine, cray, totally out of control at times. Start crying to the mirror if you don't know what to do or say. The art of living is in your head. I hear some of you say that I'm making them smile and happy but I don't give a first. Believe me, If i feel the same I'd buy you a hundred candles and left 21 candles to be blunt or give anything just to feel that on my skin
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
serleenah
25 / F / English
For You?
Written by
serleenah
25 / F / English
Published
May 28, 2014
Lines·Words
28·152
Tags
#lonely#depressed#alone#dark#failure#crazy#me#overthinking#now#missing#confusion#myself#overwhelmed#grey#screams#fears#losing#shouts#overanalysing
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell serleenah how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write