thingshavebeenroughlately
imnotbeingtakenseriouslyanditsgettingto­me
ireallylikethisgirlandshethinkstheoppisite
ilikehercauseshesre­al
ineedsomethingreal
somethingtomakemefeelrealfeelings
thispoetr­yiwritesux
andidontknowwhatimdoing
justlikeeverythingelse
imconfu­sed
imconfusedaboutmyselfpersonally
idontknowwhatilikeanymore
ido­ntfindthigsfunanymore
igoaroundtouchingpeopledearly
butidontfeela­thing

peoplethinkimjokingwhenisayidontfeelmanyemotions
buttheyll­seethetruth
oncesomethinghappens
somethingbig
theyllstarewithemot­ion
andilllookwithanapheticnature

imindifferent
andifnotthatdepr­essed
istruggletofindthewordstodescribehowdepressedireallyfeel
su­reyoucandoubtitbutimunhappy
thatstheonlythingicanginuallysayifeel­
depressed

full-hooded but
not               half
a gleam
        
         an "i know
                   &
                 you
                  don't"

isn't it mysery?
the knowing &
the knowing &
not even doing.

i know.. i should
  formulate
    something.
      really...    like

a song. but not
even the air
can formulate
something
quite so
romantic
enough,

try       write
nonsense like a
kiss.        take
each flavour
of each word
& press it
hard
       against
      ur cheek.

sap.up the warm
meaning like a
thirsty flower you

blossom even
            if you want

i nor the midjune
would ever dare
to      comment.