This is the first ‘poem’ I have ever wrote. I’m not sure if it can even be classed as that but weirdly enough it was my feelings in the moment and actually helped me to concentrate on something instead of these weird thoughts I had in my head at the time. So here it is
Windscreen
Driving alone at 11 at night filling the silence on the roads and the emptiness inside with sad music.
it slowly eating away at me until I don’t know if it’s rain on the windscreen or tears in my eyes, wondering why I’m sad because my friends didn’t invite me on a drive.
my brain telling me I’m not good enough to be there and I’m better off dead.
smoking a cigarette to feel something inside; inhaling slowly so it fills my lungs, killing myself with smoke because I can’t be depressed because my brother is.
It’s just rain on my windscreen there’s no tears left to cry.