Where is me?

JamieDayDream

Crushed in little bits 

thoughts rushing quick 

my own self, drifting sick

tired body dispatched with no grip

 

running with no fuel

my heart stops cruel

stiff small, looked at like a fool

memorizing what feeling was normal

 

an song not quite finished 

the beat with no purpose

is my life worthless

still sing to feel like a person  

 

  • Author: JamieDayDream (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2017 17:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Might not make sense, but can make sense of it, don't know who I am anymore.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 28
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  • ron parrish aka wordman

    i enjoyed this deep write

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    The beat goes on brother; now with the pen. Check the NAMI (USA) site for additional support regarding your good health goals.



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