Trying makes me tired
hoping makes me sad
the light at the end of a tunnel
is a train
or then it's just your starry eyes
I wouldn't know
the days, or are they weeks? are a blur to me
and so is my head
my thoughts
my words
I needed someone to hold me
but what they gave me was a pen and a paper
so I spill out what there is to spill
and sit in the deafening silence
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(Well I'm a mess. But there's nothing new there, getting used to that tbh.) I kind of like how the poem turned out. There are a LOT of song references in this one. Did you spot any?