is there something wrong with me?
i feel nothing but the occasional despair or muted happiness. Calm , calm , calm. Im always calm.
i feel like a bomb
ready to explode once
someone enters the code
i may have a test tomorow an assignment due,
havent started yet nothing new.
all the jokes about "killing myself" little do they know the irony,
of me.
Contemplating the open window from the third floor,
my body always acheing,
sore
my minds always racing
chasing
the dreams i once had
am i the only one?
no im not, and that worries me.
other people have it worse, have it better, have more talent are smarter.
where does that put me? average. average. average. averRAGE, its killing me on the inside to the point where it shows, on my wrists on my hands on my lips. but no they must be sewn shut because if i spoke id be evoked, from society i hardly fit in as it is. one slip one trip one fall and i cant get back. relapse . collapse. dead. the point of living? there isnt just one theres a plane full of points, but my point lies on the outside. forgotten stands out but completely invisible. if i were someone else i might be teary but right now im weary, lack of sleep. i may brag but truth is i over exaggerate, im never late assignments always pass anxiety is in the past my only fear is being noticed, because im so used to being forgotten, right now im probably slipping through your fingers like sand. even if you tried to grasp ill fall faster, you cant see me im outdated you cant hear me im faded you cant feel me my emotions are sedated. "im dead inside" applies to me because im emotionally drained, no not from some heartthrob teenage boy i was swooning over, im drained of life by life.
DU LIEST GERADE
Well then.
Poesierandom poetry, it might be triggering so don't read if you are super sensitive, also its kinda horribly written but then again, everyone has to start somewhere
