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It's 4am and I'm laying awake half naked worried about money and life, but that's nothing new. What the **** am I doing with my life and where is the next step of the equation? It's just like math, all the tools are there right in front of me, but I just don't understand and I'm too afraid to ask how to proceed. Emotionally, I'm a wreck. Socially, I'm a wreck. Mentally, I'm a wreck. Physically, I'm alright. Overall, I'm just ******* confused. How many tears have to fall on my pillow before something finally clicks in my messed up pile of **** I call a brain? Help me.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
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It's 4am and I'm laying awake half naked worried about money and life, but that's nothing new. What the **** am I doing with my life and where is the next step of the equation? It's just like math, all the tools are there right in front of me, but I just don't understand and I'm too afraid to ask how to proceed. Emotionally, I'm a wreck. Socially, I'm a wreck. Mentally, I'm a wreck. Physically, I'm alright. Overall, I'm just ******* confused. How many tears have to fall on my pillow before something finally clicks in my messed up pile of **** I call a brain? Help me.
joshua-fenner
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
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