You might think this sucks, I can be honest, I doubt it's any good, but, honestly, I never really write for my self, I never actually take the time to write freely, so, I guess I'm just experimenting. So maybe, whether this even counts as a poem, or what ever the heck it is, I honestly don't care what people think of it, if it sucks, then it sucks, but, right now, I guess this is the only way I've found to properly release myself recently, so if you hate it, then your a hater, if you love it, then you're a lover, if you like it, then you are a liker (/shot) but either way, it doesn't affect me, I honestly couldn't care less, my life is at a point where some things just don't hurt, sure, most things do, but maybe I'm getting a little stronger, maybe not physically or emotionally, but I'm starting to learn some things...And there is honestly only one reason why I'm even writing this, it's because, well, someone actually even seemed to understand what it is I'm going through and gave me advice I can see the reality of. I haven't fully accepted it yet, but, well, I hope to. So, enjoy or despise reading this sucky poem.
You're down in a ditch, and you can't seem to find your way out.
You climb and climb to no avail, searching, seeking, pleading, crying.
But no one hears, no one sees, no one helps.
Trapped, stuck, helpless.
You're missing the point, you don't see the door.
It's right in front of you, yet you don't seem to notice.
It's this way with me, I'm still just stuck here.
I'm looking to get out, yet I pass by the option.
Time, time, time again.
You know lots of people, and talk to them too.
They think they might know you, but it all isn't true.
You have lots of secrets, too many knots to be untied.
You search for the answer, but not with your friends.
They can't know your secrets, they just can't know you.
I've searched for the door, but I've never had any luck.
You might know what I mean, this path isn't easy.
You can't turn to anyone, because you don't want them to know you.
I feel the same way, I just box myself up.
The people you hide from, might just help you the most.
They might hold whatever it is you are looking for.
I've been told that it won't be easy, and that it will take some courage.
It might be a while, but I just hope that I can reach that.
Writer's comments:
You might think this sucks, I can be honest, I doubt it's any good, but, honestly, I never really write for my self, I never actually take the time to write freely, so, I guess I'm just experimenting. So maybe, whether this even counts as a poem, or what ever the heck it is, I honestly don't care what people think of it, if it sucks, then it sucks, but, right now, I guess this is the only way I've found to properly release myself recently, so if you hate it, then your a hater, if you love it, then you're a lover, if you like it, then you are a liker (/shot) but either way, it doesn't affect me, I honestly couldn't care less, my life is at a point where some things just don't hurt, sure, most things do, but maybe I'm getting a little stronger, maybe not physically or emotionally, but I'm starting to learn some things...And there is honestly only one reason why I'm even writing this, it's because, well, someone actually even seemed to understand what it is I'm going through and gave me advice I can see the reality of. I haven't fully accepted it yet, but, well, I hope to. So, enjoy or despise reading this sucky poem.
You're down in a ditch, and you can't seem to find your way out.
You climb and climb to no avail, searching, seeking, pleading, crying.
But no one hears, no one sees, no one helps.
Trapped, stuck, helpless.
You're missing the point, you don't see the door.
It's right in front of you, yet you don't seem to notice.
It's this way with me, I'm still just stuck here.
I'm looking to get out, yet I pass by the option.
Time, time, time again.
You know lots of people, and talk to them too.
They think they might know you, but it all isn't true.
You have lots of secrets, too many knots to be untied.
You search for the answer, but not with your friends.
They can't know your secrets, they just can't know you.
I've searched for the door, but I've never had any luck.
You might know what I mean, this path isn't easy.
You can't turn to anyone, because you don't want them to know you.
I feel the same way, I just box myself up.
The people you hide from, might just help you the most.
They might hold whatever it is you are looking for.
I've been told that it won't be easy, and that it will take some courage.
It might be a while, but I just hope that I can reach that.