A poem written by myself, in the prospective of feeling lost, alone, and with no way to free one’s mind. At the time I wrote this, it was a personal issue. I was going through a tough time, just trying to grow with all the complications of being a young adult. I felt alone at the time, and I felt as if there were these two ends that just couldn’t meet if so to say. And those two ends were myself, and the Question of life and survival.
I count the seconds slow in my head,
Sometimes i wish i were dead.
A question waiting, lying dead at my feet,
Overwhelming, these two ends cant meet.
A tough puzzle, pieces from two different pictures..
How can you compare them? the obviously differ.
Complete silence, every time i speak,
The pain, the stress, all making me weak.
A hard shell, words of doubt usually tend to bounce off,
But with so many coming so strong, I’m starting to slack off.
A breakdown, i only see myself alone,
Everything that surrounds me is beginning to feel wrong.
“Grow up, get out” is becoming my “Q”,
As life unfolds and i fail to.
My future, my end point, Where it be?
The person i am inside I’m failing to see.
Don’t..let..go…never give up,
I erupt.
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