Our mouths don't release words in front of one another, anymore.
What am I thinking?
They never did.
I don't know why my teenage insanity
still draws me to you.
You are a permanent marking on
the shirt of my ghostly humanity.
I wish that I could remove you
from my mess of thoughts,
because I know that I am not in yours.
I've tried, but you still remain.
Maybe, I'm not trying hard enough...
but I did!
Maybe, I'm just masking my desperation
for the things that have turned into endings.
Maybe, I'm just crazy -
the type of crazy that causes people to
fear a lovable connection with me
and my mind full of crazy puzzle pieces.
I'm angry at myself for wanting even
the smallest connection with you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
