There’s this feeling in my chest
And it won’t let me rest
It’s as if there’s a hole
That continues going deep down
I’m like a tree without it’s leaves
Still a tree but not complete
What’s wrong with me
There’s something wrong
But I don’t what
I feel as if I’m in a bubble
That’s slowing running out of air
Struggling to keep going
My heads filled with so many worries
It could fill every ocean and feed every child
Soon there won’t be a me
I don’t know how to be
I keep trying but everything crumbles
God, I don’t know what to do
I’m so scared
Please help me

Write it down
10 times then
Erase it again
My mind is
Racing again
Emotions
raging again

My eraser is gone
Before I even
sharpen the pencil
another line I delete
And I sigh in defeat
I hate what I write
I can't stick to beat
I swear that I can
Rhyme mean
If only I could pick a
Rhyme sceme

There are days I could leave this behind
Pack up and go with clear conscience and mind
Yet as time ticks away I still stay

There are two kinds of people in this world, the kind that get everything they’ve ever wanted and the kind that work hard and live in the dark
I’m feeling loneliest at most
Yep this definitely is depressing, watching cars go by and by
And yet there you are stuck in the same situation as always
Eves dropping, joining into conversations you’re not welcome to
Sipping on a martini, oh no you shouldn’t though, you gotta drive
Home
To where you feel the most emptiest inside

I am torn in two, divided yet whole.
Split in half, I hold both parts of my soul.
I thought I knew the answer— I don't know,
Do I dive in head first or take things slow?

We should try being friends first— her smile.
She laughs— a half of me sees an aisle
I’m too quick to jump— no, too slow to move
I’m too sick —Make a choice!— Will I ever choose.

Yes or no, or, yes and know? We’ll see,
Or maybe we never will, please, tell me.
Someone, anyone, will I be set free?

Am I divided, split, or torn in two?
Is there a difference? I wish I knew.
Oh, for crying out loud,what do I do?

1/17/19

Who am I?
Its funny you should ask.  I wish I could give you an answer but I simply do not know.
Can anyone truly say that they can answer that question! Aren't we all just lost in this world constantly searching for who we think we are?
We as these humans can never be one thing for any longer than a second. We are incapable of just being.
We are constantly shifting, changing and conforming to suit those around us in this harsh society.
So, Who am I you ask?
I guess my answer is...
Depends.