Monday, February 13, 2012

If you write something in a poem, does it make it okay?


These dark nights
Bring dark dreams
Dark thoughts
Dark silences
Dark desires
Dark wants
Dark feelings
Dark sounds
Dark words
Dark memories
Of dark places.

I couldn't sleep properly last night, but that's not very interesting is it? School's back and I want to die again. Life goes on. Stuff. I hate my hypocrisy and greed.

I'd like to think I was reliable, trustworthy, a secretkeeper and confidante. a friend. Someone worth admiring, worth loving. But I think maybe I'm not any of these things.

1 comment:

P.s. I am Me. said...

I wish I knew you in real life. Hope you're okay.