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Tired and Alone.
I do wish I had something more to offer,
something other than my bitterness,
my fear of being alone.
I wish I could make it better,
make all the chaos come together,
but it remains a muddled mess of
words and emotions in my head.
I am no one, I am nothing.
A lost cause in a sea of people
trying to be something.
Where is my motivation?
What happened to
my determination?
I am a void of sadness.
The epitome of depression.
I try to find reason
but end up with
continuous frustration.
What happened to the
person I once was?
How did I lose them?
What have I become?
I’m so tired, I’m so confused.
Isolated in a filling room.
I can’t save me, and neither can you.
something other than my bitterness,
my fear of being alone.
I wish I could make it better,
make all the chaos come together,
but it remains a muddled mess of
words and emotions in my head.
I am no one, I am nothing.
A lost cause in a sea of people
trying to be something.
Where is my motivation?
What happened to
my determination?
I am a void of sadness.
The epitome of depression.
I try to find reason
but end up with
continuous frustration.
What happened to the
person I once was?
How did I lose them?
What have I become?
I’m so tired, I’m so confused.
Isolated in a filling room.
I can’t save me, and neither can you.
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