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Everything I’m writing is a waste of time . Tell me , What will this change ? How will this eliminate that pain in my chest ? Explain how writing my thoughts out can possibly help me . Because these words feel useless . Half filled water balloons but instead of water it’s fire . Throwing fire balloons Yet I live in a wooden shed . None of this makes any sense . These words feel like they’re burning a hole In this poem And not one you’re likely to remember . Something insignificant . Something only a grain of sand could fall through . Tell me , How can someone as unimportant as me Truly be heard ? I speak when spoken to And sometimes I speak just because . But instead of a voice , all you hear are squeaks. Unused to truly vocalizing what’s important to me Because every time I used to try to speak my piece , They muted me . How can I speak If my problems don’t mean A **** thing . I talk about me to me So much yet I don’t care about me . So , my problems ? They mean less to me than me .
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
12/29/18
Everything I’m writing is a waste of time . Tell me , What will this change ? How will this eliminate that pain in my chest ? Explain how writing my thoughts out can possibly help me . Because these words feel useless . Half filled water balloons but instead of water it’s fire . Throwing fire balloons Yet I live in a wooden shed . None of this makes any sense . These words feel like they’re burning a hole In this poem And not one you’re likely to remember . Something insignificant . Something only a grain of sand could fall through . Tell me , How can someone as unimportant as me Truly be heard ? I speak when spoken to And sometimes I speak just because . But instead of a voice , all you hear are squeaks. Unused to truly vocalizing what’s important to me Because every time I used to try to speak my piece , They muted me . How can I speak If my problems don’t mean A **** thing . I talk about me to me So much yet I don’t care about me . So , my problems ? They mean less to me than me .
Sometimes I just get in these moods where even my own words don’t help me.
#pointless#meaningless#wordsarejustwords
mD
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mD
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
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