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there are enough people in this world to make me hate myself my world is a mile long and 400 million miles into the sky sometimes I wish I could hit the stars maybe my mind will fly far off enough that I leave here, even if it makes me crazy I don't know if anything I do will ever be good enough because being good enough for myself is never enough enough is a strange concept I take a breath late at night when I'm alone but when I'm in a crowded room I sink low and bite my lip until it bleeds I see him laughing and I like the way his veins make spiders look less scary I like that he scares me but I don't like him one bit I walk around the park seven times before realizing that it's pitch black out and I notice how old men have scowls on their faces when they think no one is looking there are 7 oceans in the world and I have swam in every one of them and I realized how you believe what you want to believe I believe that they are all the same My father once told me that I have to work hard to get what I wanted in life and now I have proved him wrong by holding you close he proved me wrong when you left. I worked hard for you even when I knew you were never coming back working hard never seems to pay off I take a deep breath and I breathe.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
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there are enough people in this world to make me hate myself my world is a mile long and 400 million miles into the sky sometimes I wish I could hit the stars maybe my mind will fly far off enough that I leave here, even if it makes me crazy I don't know if anything I do will ever be good enough because being good enough for myself is never enough enough is a strange concept I take a breath late at night when I'm alone but when I'm in a crowded room I sink low and bite my lip until it bleeds I see him laughing and I like the way his veins make spiders look less scary I like that he scares me but I don't like him one bit I walk around the park seven times before realizing that it's pitch black out and I notice how old men have scowls on their faces when they think no one is looking there are 7 oceans in the world and I have swam in every one of them and I realized how you believe what you want to believe I believe that they are all the same My father once told me that I have to work hard to get what I wanted in life and now I have proved him wrong by holding you close he proved me wrong when you left. I worked hard for you even when I knew you were never coming back working hard never seems to pay off I take a deep breath and I breathe.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
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