08:36 am: this is it
This Is what I don’t know
I don’t know what to do because I don’t have any help from anyone
She doesn’t care; she just wants to protect her,
They don’t care they also want to protect her
But what about me?
She told me not to hurt her
But what about me?
What am I supposed to do?
Am I just supposed to forget me?
Do I go on not thinking?
Forgetting me
I don’t know but I hurt
I have me
Only me
Not her
No one
If I forget me I’m not having a life
Were does that leave me?
When I think about her I want to cry
But I don’t know how
I wish I could
That would make it feel better
That would relieve stress
That would relive anger
Anger I know her so well
Not just to others but to myself
When I cant figure out what I want
Or when I can’t have what I want
I don’t know what to do about that
What am I supposed to do……………
My life feels so empty
Like I just go on
And on
And on
Walking in darkness
Not of evil but of lack of sight
Not knowing what is In front of me
A cloud of smoke in my mind
Darkness falls on me and my thoughts………
Never ending ………
Never stopping
Always poking and prodding me with a hot stick in my side
Lacking of sleep and rest
Always wondering
When it will end?
And I think to myself how much I wish it would
I don’t want pity
I want help,
Insight,
Advise without it being thoughts of helping her,
What is in her best interest
But what is mine
For me
Not her
Or friends of hers
But me
If only that would happen I could be happy
What is happy anymore to me?
Nothing.
Just a simple word with no feeling
Now sad that is a word that I can explain well
Should I draw you a picture?
Or should I write you a letter
Would that explain it better?
Who knows?
I don’t
Just ask me if you want to find out though
I’ll try and I’ll give it my all
For you not me
Because that is what I do
Forget about me and live my life
Not living
But being one of society that is accountable for most others feelings
Not hurting the one I care about
But trying to comfort her in the best way I can
Go out of my way to make her good
Not stressed
Or unhappy
My life going on and on and on from the beginning to end
Others come first
OR DO THEY?………
(no offence intend to anyone who reads this it is just what i think in my head not ment for anything, just a post. also it started as a poem for english so...)