I Never Understand Myself


Sometimes, I admire my obscure and complex brain.

Other times, I hate how it brings me this unbearable pain. 

Sometimes, I cry because I want to feel again.

Other times, it's because I don't want the sadness to end.
Sometimes, I reach out to people when I'm low.

Other times, my emptiness is where I wallow.

Sometimes, I hurt myself to distract my mind.

Other times, it's the only comfort I find.

Sometimes, I sincerely want to die.

Other times, I know I'm not ready to say goodbye.

Sometimes, I feel like I've figured out who I am.

Most other times, I don't know who I am.

  • Author: Lex (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2017 13:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this one a while ago when I was in a bad place. I'm getting better :) comments are appreciated!
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 56


  • Saima

    This a very moving poem:) hope you're okay

    • Lex

      Thank you ❤️

    • Hopey_xx

      Exactly how im feeling right now.. A lovely write ❤

      • Lex

        ❤️ If you need anything I'm here

        • Hopey_xx

          Thank you, you too💗

        • P.S

          Hauntingly beautiful

          • Lex

            Thank you 🙂

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