Why am I here?
Why can't I be there?
Where I want to be.
Where I need to be.
Why does it hurt?
Why can't I make it stop?
My mind is eating me alive.
Help me.
I don't want to be here,
In this house, these walls.
I hate it.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I just want to leave.
I just want to be with my mom.
I don't want the responsibilities I have.
The responsibility shoved upon me.
I'm tired but I can't sleep.
I'm inspired but I can't write.
I can't do the things I want.
I just pretend that I'm all right.
My friends don't understand.
How could I want to be there and not here?
Because here isn't home.
There, at least I feel home a little.
I love them all dearly.
I love the people in this house dearly.
But I don't want to be here.
I can't stay here.
I'm suffocating.
It feels like I'm trapped.
Always waiting for my weekend of escape.
What do I do?
I can't change anything.
I'm stuck here.
I'm in a loop of days.
Everything passes a bit in a haze.
Some days are good.
Some are bad.
Tonight is bad.
I hope tomorrow is good.
I have obligations to fill.
I can't afford to be ill.
I need to write.
I need to sleep.
I can't do either.
I just want to leave.
I want things to be simple.
I want my mom.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
