Everything
Silent room
Noisy head
This is why they call it
A headache from
everything
Too many thoughts
about nothing
Too many thoughts
about all of it
everything
Dreams about the past
Fear for the future
Colliding in the present
Trying to process
Everything
And I know they'll ask
Why are you so sad
What are those scars
They always ask
everything
No one understands
Or really even cares
What a secret means
But I'll never tell them
Everything
Still it will sneak up
Try to wreck my progress
Tell me I'm not worth it
That I fuck up
Everything
On a happy day
Or stressful week
Or numb month
Or reckless year, life is
Everything
Thinking about it all
Yet can't remember anything
Forcing myself to breath
And not let tears fall on
Everything
Writing to let things out
Trap the demons
And the battling angels
On the paper admitting
Everything
My heart and my soul
And my head and my emotions
And muscles
They all ache from
Everything
But what does that
Damned word mean
A single word standing for
Many things to include
Everything
You
You had
You were
You took
Everything
And I
I sacrificed
I wanted
I left
Everything
Why was it never enough
Giving what means
The opposite of emptiness
Reciprocal of nothing
Everything
In the end
I never count a loss
I gave all I had
Not enough, not
Everything
Doesn't matter since I
Never had it all together
You got all I had
And now I'm left with
Nothing
This poem is about:
Me