I write poetry to pass the time,
Seeking solace in a silly rhyme.
Reminds me how alone I am,
And how no one really gives a ****
Looking for therapy,
I find an ease momentarily.
Hoping for peace to put things on paper instead,
Except I realize they're still in my head.
Nagging and gnawing, the words won't retreat.
My thoughts are a burden,
Slowly killing me.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
I write poetry to pass the time,
Seeking solace in a silly rhyme.
Reminds me how alone I am,
And how no one really gives a ****
Looking for therapy,
I find an ease momentarily.
Hoping for peace to put things on paper instead,
Except I realize they're still in my head.
Nagging and gnawing, the words won't retreat.
My thoughts are a burden,
Slowly killing me.
