six word poems

September 19, 2017

Understanding why people want to die.

Supposed to be strong. Broke Down.

I'm always too much, or never enough.

Feels too much, or feels numb.

Don't sleep much. I'm always thinking.

I can not lose you too.

Staring blankly, no tears come out.

Homesick for a non existant place.

Feel myself slowly disconnecting from everything.

Why do the good people die?

Broken clocks are right twice everyday.

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