Dear Mom,

Somethings missing

Something’s empty 

Nobody’s listening 

Coming close to the ending

But it hasn’t even started yet

Yeah when you give in life you get 

But what I’m receiving is a bet

On wheather or not I’m happy yet

Durring those moments of silence 

Where my thoughts are all violent against the walls of my mind 

I think, will there ever be a time 

When you won’t loose your mind

 

Tell me I won’t loose my mind

Because sometimes it feels like it’s slipping away

At the end of the day or when you ask if I’m okay 

And I don’t know what to say when you ask such a question 

Don’t know if I mentioned that you thought me lesson 

That I don’t want to learn

That I never wanted to burn in the deaths of my volcanic mind 

In the panic of time that won’t stop passing by 

Without a pause 

I look back and I remember my flaws so vividly 

Don’t think you’ll ever have an answer for me 

When I ask if my mind is in a place it needs to be 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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