Sorry.

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49333
United States
42° 40' 35.0976" N, 85° 27' 29.4696" W

Sighs

I hate sighs

She's different

The woman is not a woman

The human is not a human

This is a beast

And he is scared

A child is still a child

And it lies in a boy

A boy afraid of man

And man afraid of the boy

Save me.

Except I am not your hero.

Don't look at me.

I said, "DON"T LOOK AT ME!"

He hates me.

He hates her.

He hates the world.

To hate is easy.

Truth be told

I do not love him

I should

But she loves him

Whether the dull can see the colored

She does.

And I love her.

Whether she knows.

Or not. 

I love a monster.

A monster who is confused.

A monster who is in guilt.

A monster who drowns in her sleep.

A monster who cannot help but not choose.

I dread those phone calls.

Very much.

She's coming.

I look at the four walls.

They're beige.

Beige.

So plain.

Before I go.

You asked me.

What makes your life awesome?

I'm still working on that.

Sorry.

I just write.

To take away the world.

And put it with something impossible.

It's more magical that way.

Beautiful.

Wonderful.

Books.

They're my getaway.

My addiction.

Like pot or smokes.

Except this is healthy. 

Maybe that's why I live.

Maybe that's what's awesome.

A bunch of books.

Or maybe I wait for something to happen.

Something spectacular.

A miracle.

To take me away.

From here.

Because I'm dying inside.

I don't hate her.

I don't hate him.

I realized something

I hate myself

Isn't that ironic?

This poem is about: 
Me

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