When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
People to read this.
If it's people I don't know
But trust more than people I do know anyway
Then, why not?
But if you share it
With someone I do know
It kills everything in me.
The reason I write
Is to vent.
So I vent about the people I know.
That means
I never want them
To read this.
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
Comments
Very relatable.
Thanks!
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