Like the tide,
Pushing and pulling.
Waves building up high,
Crashing into the wet sand,
Then running back to do it again.
Sun blinding against the deep blue waters.
Riding a high of happiness,
That is meant to be thrown down,
Crashing throughout my brain,
Then losing all feeling to do it again.
Whipping back and forth so fast,
It's mind-numbing.
Just realizing it,
Sends aches through my head.
Rejection.
I can't accept that I'm going mad.
Can't accept that there's no way back.
Back to being okay.
Back to the cliff,
Rather than off the edge.
And I know,
I say these things quite often.
Repeating myself,
Because it's all the same.
Each day,
Identical to the last.
And I know,
You're tired of hearing it.
Well, I'm tired of feeling it;
Tired of there being no escape,
Tired of getting my hopes up,
Tired of the waves.
T
I
R
E
D
Forgive me,
For not being able,
To
Go
Back
To
A
Good
Place.
Forgive me,
For not being able,
To
Write
About
Things
I
Don't
Feel.
Forgive me,
For the random words,
That flow from my pencil.
The
Waves
Will
Not
Cease.
The
Pain
Can
Not
Be
Stopped.
The
Empty
Hole
Within
Me
Cannot
Be
Filled.
The
Broken
Parts
Of
Me
Cannot
Be
Fixed.
I
Can
Not
Find
New
Words
To
Write.
I
Can
Not
Find
New
Things
To
Try.
The
Thoughts
Pound
In
My
Head.
So
Forgive me.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
