Relax, man.
'S no big deal.
You just gotta unwind,
Play some music,
Sip some coffee.
Chill out.
Put down the textbook.
Stop wasting your time.
It's all useless anyway.

I'm dying
Inside
Btw.
Totally shattered
Crumbling
To bits
And you're
Not here
You're not answering
Btw
I knew this would happen
If I told you
I knew it would affect you
And now
When I need you
You're gone
I'm not mad
Btw
Just sad.
I understand
I just wish
I hadn't
Told you.

Cry
With me
Because I
Need company
Hold me
As I
Break down
As I
Collapse
Under the pressure
Cry
So I
Can comfort
You
And ignore
My own
Pain.

I say these
Things
I write them
In my
Poetry
But
Is it
Really me?
Am I angry?
Or sad?
Or even happy?
Am I
As smart as I think?
Am I intelligent
In the least?
Am I a good person?
Am I
Any
Of these things?
It all seems so
Skeptical