I write mostly about my feelings
I haven’t felt anything lately
Anything at all…
And I’ve been upset about how little I’ve written
How little I’ve felt and thought and understood myself
I can’t make sense of the world
Or the people around me
I have no clue or no answer for the lack of connection
The silent communication
I’ve grown invisible to myself too
I look in the mirror thinking “Child, who are you?”
Is this the upside down?
And how do I turn it around?
How do I fix it now after all this time?
I’m done with questions
I’m done with uncertainty
Done with you, done with me
This me who isn’t me
I don’t care if you ever say you love me
I don’t care about any of it now
“Let it all go. See what stays.”
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