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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


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Submitted: August 13, 2018

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The feelings i have and the feelings i dont are so misunderstood and so underwrote. Maybe its me or maybe its them the ties ive had with close friends have seem to come to an end.. i try with all my might and part of my heart maybe its not enough so i erased that part. I wanna be happy but what does that entail? Maybe itll make me better or maybe bitter, we hide behind masks that we create so the world cant see us cry but deep and inside we are no longer alive. Our soul is like a dimmering ember in a cold winter breeze.. its hard to believe that i couldnt be or maybe didnt wanna be who i believed i ought to be. I read into things too much or i dont read into them at all, have i lost my mind or am i not lost at all? Maybe ive been found in a profound way that makes me believe that i dont belive in me in the way i should, but who is to say what we are and who we are? Maybe this doesnt make sense maybe its just rambling and scrambling of words i jotted down in my head on a day i couldnt take it anymore and just gave way. I hope this makes waves in the vast of the ocean of unheard voices that scream for help but arent seen or heard because that mask.. that mask you see.. mutes those screams of pain and soaks those tears that burn our faces i hope.. i hope ...


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