Tigress420

Too young to grow up Too old to be a child These feelings pent up For more than awhile… Too quiet to be noticed Too loud to be ignored With all in this life How can I be bored? Too thoughtful to give up Too selfish to care How much more of this pain Can my poor soul bare? Too blessed to be abused Too violated to feel free How in the world Could all of this happen to me? Too united to be missing Too lonely to be found I barely know what Makes my world go round… Too happy to ignore Too troubled to acknowledge How did I end up this way With all of my knowledge? Too creative to be ordinary Too dull to be unique… All of t

I went alone during the night, Towards the frozen beach, And I stared at the sky, Some shooting stars went by, I could see the stars move, All as I felt a sharp pain, I wonder how I kept my cool, With my brain feeling raw, Like it was hit real hard, Took in real deep breaths, I smelled my own blood, But I was not bleeding, Perhaps it was a memory, Yet my brain still hurt, Maybe that was it, Old wounds are healing, As I pick the scabs, They bleed out,

there is this beautiful poem called Zoloft. every time i read it, all my poems dissappear.