My thoughts are not
like theirs
They do not flow neatly
Onto pages
In straight lines
Forming complete thoughts
Instead
They come
Painfully,
Slowly
Hurting more than anything
I am not a poet
I am not a writer
I am not beautiful
I am in pain
I am hurt
It won't come out right
It won't become art
I am not art
What I do is not art
I am quiet, lonely
In pain
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
