Me,
Sitting in study hall,
i don't know a soul.
As a matter of fact,
I don't know MY soul.
I wish i could make sense.
I wish I could tell you why
I separate myself
from everyone and anyone.
I feel
like a lost dog.
Wandering the streets looking for nothing to find.
I feel like a star,
exploding through supernova.
I feel my body go limp.
I fall to the ground,
like a stuffed animal,
but instead of white stuffing,
I am filled with lies,
and pain,
abandonment.
I wish there is something I could do
to take this pain away.
I tried to pray,
I tried to stay,
but all it did
was push me away.
I feel so small.
alone
Peculiar.
But the thing is,
there is no logical reason.
Maybe it's because I have not been clinically diagnosed
with depression yet.
Is it apparent?
Does it appear in my poetry?
I want to make myself a god,
but i am only a powerless human.
A ghost in the fog,
no one to see me.
I wander for days
like a stray dog,
looking for
nothing.