Those nightsIt's one of those nights.Those nights by bitinq
Where there's nobody there for you,
and so you're left there with just
you and your phobia of being alone.
When your heart couldn't reach,
the full capacity of sadness it does.
Then you sit in a chair to relax,
end up being there for hours.
Wondering if you're worthy of a life,
a life you call your own.
It holds too much responsibility.
The fact that I can't maintain happiness
for someone like myself, kills me.
How I'm sitting in a dark room
writing a sad poem because,
there's no one here for me.
How do I write this without seeming,
as if I'm shouting for help?
I think I told myself one too many times,
that I don't need anyone to help me.
That if I am hurt I can just
scream in a pillow and it'll all be gone.
I scratch my head in frustration,
but it turns into scratches on my scalp.
And at one point I tell myself that tears,
is just the result of a bug in my eye.
I'm scared, I'm really scared.
You can tell me that it's just a phase.
But this phase has tu
Walk Through My LifeIt's a new day.Walk Through My Life by bitinq
You'll wake up to be excited for nothing.
To go to a place where you are a spec,
a spec trying to be different,
in a population where they're all the same.
Then you realize difference causes pain.
Causes you to change yourself.
Having hands of others touch you,
mold your body into their own creation.
Which turns you into another one of them.
Then you disrespect another spec,
a spec that was once just like you.
That spec tried to embrace what they are.
Because you are the others, you approach.
Except this time, it was different.
You walk up to this person with a face,
a face that was once disgusted,
to a face that saw similarity.
Instead of using the insults you built up.