Just A Little Book Of Poems

Thirty Four

Why

Why am I so fake
What do I hide
Why do u not care
Why don't I tell the world
Why don't I just stop
What is my purpose
I would save the world alot if I was gone
If I just disappeared
It would save the world pain
But more importantly me pain
The pain of faking everything
The only one I can talk to
miles away and to far to touch
To far to feel
To far to cry on there shoulder
To far to talk about my life
The one I love
Doesn't love me
So I have to cry in a corner
I talk to myself
I touch the wall
I love the books
I need nothing
I can't get attached
For they will leave me and
It's easer to push away
then it is to have it ripped away from you
That is the truth
That is what I love
That is what I have to wake up to
Day after day
That is the only thing I know
And for now I have survived
But
I dont know how longer I can last
Before I crack
Before it all is gone
Before I leave
And once I leave
I will never return
That is the sad truth
That is my life
I am a ticking time bomb
When am I going off
Even I don't know
That is the scariest thing I have to deal with
And I
I may crack
Anx leave this s plane of existence