Is it me?

Probably

Do I need to change?

Probably

Will I change?

Nope

Yeah so I did wrong

So what

I’m not perfect

Lost the plot

I have good days

Occasionally

Not always bad

Doesn’t always have to be

What’s a negative?

It’s whatever we think

Don’t go crazy

Push yourself to the brink

We’re not young forever

So fucking what

Live your life for you

That’s all we’ve got

When we do everything we can possibly do and nothing is ever good enough.

Why do we continue giving it our all when things do not change?

Is giving up an option?

The next day is always slightly better than the day before, at least the debut.

When we exhale loudly it gives better emphasis.

Why is letting down others worse than letting ourselves down?

Why won’t the crickets shut the fuck up

Empty

Drained

Rejected

Sad

Angry

Disappointed

Questioning

Bitter

Reminiscing

Hating

Loving

Resentment

Gratitude

Emotional

Dejected

Lethargic

Suicidal

Appreciative

If I wasn’t living

I wouldn’t be feeling

The breath has gone

The spring too

Even looking at flowers

Just won’t do

The absence raw

Of what once was

Now with certain words

Left with just.. because

It was nice to love again

Even though short and sweet

The sweetest sugars

Have become bitter sweet

Embrace the life

To not rest glum

Not worry about

Finding someone

The time I spent

Feeling sorry for myself

Just moping around

Resting on the shelf

Watching myself

From just behind

Wondering how

To get out of this bind

It’s been months now

Maybe even years

I’ve been crying to myself

Inside tears

Still not knowing

The answers

Not even knowing

The questions

How can we start?

If we can’t even finish

My attempt

A pointless gibberish

Pathetic little me

In a cold hard space

I pity you

And your sorry face

I’m trying to enjoy the sounds outside the house

I love to hear the crickets creek

As I’m silent like a mouse

It’s nice to be by the water

Hearing as it flows

Listening out as the cars pass

Oh how they go

The night always brings frogs

Croaking happily

The occasional cat fight

Tearing with their teeth

Now I hear the birdies

Singing to themselves

Nice to lose my thoughts

And be in some kind of peace

Silence torturous

Am I good enough?

Self doubt more powerful

Than any kind of love

I cut myself deep

With every thought I have

Punishing myself

Looking over my back

I’m not good alone

With time to myself

More damage than good

Want to be anywhere else

I want to sleep

For the time to sail away

Fight the hurt impending

Keep it all at bay

Every day I have doubt

I feel that I’m never good enough

I question why you’re with me?

If I deserve your love?

Every minute of no news

I feel so insecure

Thinking that maybe you’re mad me

Thinking I’m a bore

Then I hate myself

For just being there

For just existing

Blankly just to stare

I sometimes just wonder

Why I feel this way?

My demons taunting me

They’re family, here to stay