The world is spinning
Please explain me this feeling
I feel like my heart ain't beating
instead something heavy is camping on it
and there's nothing which I can do about it
Is this loneliness
I wonder
My beer dissapears
While I ponder
In my head
I know I got friends
But for some reason
I always feel alone
I feel like, I don't have anyone
Who understands and accepts me
For the strange creature I am
And always will be
Even at home
I feel alone
like I'm just sitting in my room
on my own.
And everytime I meet someone
Who seems to understand
Then he's always owned
By some other human.
Oh well
I 'll just stay here and dwell
On this feeling
Which makes me feel like hell.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
The world is spinning
Please explain me this feeling
I feel like my heart ain't beating
instead something heavy is camping on it
and there's nothing which I can do about it
Is this loneliness
I wonder
My beer dissapears
While I ponder
In my head
I know I got friends
But for some reason
I always feel alone
I feel like, I don't have anyone
Who understands and accepts me
For the strange creature I am
And always will be
Even at home
I feel alone
like I'm just sitting in my room
on my own.
And everytime I meet someone
Who seems to understand
Then he's always owned
By some other human.
Oh well
I 'll just stay here and dwell
On this feeling
Which makes me feel like hell.
[Sorry for the lenght of the poem.]
this poem was written as an experiment which includes me drinking alone (Oh yes I actually did that XD), therefore the first thought which came to me was loneliness since that is what people often think, when other people drink alone. Anyway the experiment went out of hand and I actually got drunk - therefore the poem might be a little confusing.
