These monsters creep me out
I'm about to throw this all out
wasting it all?
Wasting my time?
Why all you do is complain,
I've yet to hear you say-
something worth while
something believable
you talk as if you're the only thing that walks,
thinks,
breaths,
and I feel for you.
I feel this funny sympathy,
the kind that reaches into your skull,
so dense and full-
of thoughts and actions
glimpses of memories, those flashes-
they repeat, your almost empty now,
ain't leaving til you understand
that though i'm full of missing pieces-
to a puzzle
I don't need help fitting them together.
So dense, in depth, disasters rebeginning
you don't know that your winning
cause I don't admit,
yet I don't lie
and it took me this long
to wonder why
Categories:
rebeginning, depressionme,
Form: Free verse