Buckle up, hold your breath
We’re going deeper
Into my head
I don’t need you to say
For me to know
And knowing can be said
Without the words echoing from your throat
Breath through your nose
Out through the window
I won’t come back
No I don’t come back
And I won’t call back
Until I know that I’m better off
Stuck in the mud
I won’t reply until I know I’m finished
I need to just fucking leave
I need a midnight train
Take me ANYWHERE
I need to learn how to fight
I already know how to dance
I need to do five hundred crunches
Leave nothing to chance
I’m gonna steal a canoe and rob ten thousands banks
I’m gonna die from a cat that gives me rabies
I wanna stand on a train
I wanna own the earth
I wanna wrestle a jaguar and force it into the dirt
But I can’t do these things
No I’m not that man
I’m gonna sit at home and cry
Because of my goddamn hands
I’m an asshole in disguise
I pretend to be kind
Being a psychopath kinda sucks
Because you only feel when you lie
So I’ll run away
Won’t tell the girl my heart
She doesn’t deserve to have to play that part for me
For us
I love her too much
To be close
To stay warm
To buy her tampons on a Tuesday afternoon when she’s at work and she needs help so I go to Walgreens buy some stuff and drive forty five minutes in a storm to get her what she needs
I love her too much to be her hero
When all I can do is bleed
And Fuck monopoly
And fuck me
And fuck everyone who ever said that something’s the bees knees
I want to drink scotch out of a glass shaped like a skull
I love your eyes the way they look when you’re uncomfortable
These are the things man
These are the facts
My opinions are invalidated by my friends indignant attacks
i wrote this when i was upset and its kinda a downer
Published inMain
It may be a “downer” to you, but to me it’s your true, raw emotions. Thank you for sharing this beautiful work.
thank you for the encouragement. currently emptying the backlog of poems i wrote on my phone, so theres alot coming in. maybe one day ill transcribe the ones i have recorded and written on paper, but that would take a couple months.
God I do that too. On the old Poetfreak, I had over 200 uploaded. I’m so glad I write them, too, or I would have lost everything when the site was killed.
thats always fun. my mom literally burned my last journal, so now i keep three backups (now four with this site) and keep the physicals hidden in a box in the woods. yay paranoia
aw that sucks! i just joined like a week ago and i thought itd be nice to get some feedback since my parents dissaprove of emotions
I feel that. I was put in an inpatient mental hospital because they found my poetry journals.