I have nothing to say,
So I no longer think before I speak,
Everything drips out before I can calculate.
"How does one act?" I wish to ask,
But I know I'll start another predicament,
I no longer want to be told, "Something is wrong,"
Because I know something is missing.
I'm not tired anymore, but I still feel half full, or is it half empty?
Laughing has come more easily, but I wonder if its still fake.
"I am better," I think how ironic that is, because its not entirely a lie,
But its not true either because something has been misplaced.
I wish to ask my friends, who am I?
But that may confuse them,
So I shall never ask my questions.
I know that a piece of who I am is gone,
But I have no clue where to start the search,
So I'll keep going, never being fully complete,
You never know maybe I'll be fine in the end.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
I have nothing to say,
So I no longer think before I speak,
Everything drips out before I can calculate.
"How does one act?" I wish to ask,
But I know I'll start another predicament,
I no longer want to be told, "Something is wrong,"
Because I know something is missing.
I'm not tired anymore, but I still feel half full, or is it half empty?
Laughing has come more easily, but I wonder if its still fake.
"I am better," I think how ironic that is, because its not entirely a lie,
But its not true either because something has been misplaced.
I wish to ask my friends, who am I?
But that may confuse them,
So I shall never ask my questions.
I know that a piece of who I am is gone,
But I have no clue where to start the search,
So I'll keep going, never being fully complete,
You never know maybe I'll be fine in the end.
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