• I can't believe
    • no one else can hear
    • I am screaming
    • inside my head
    • I'm excited to leave,
    • to start something new,
    • but it scares me.
    • It sounds nice,
    • but it's not.
    • It sounds easy,
    • but it isn't.
  • I am an afterthought.
  • My life looks like a dump.
  • How could I miss someone who was never there?
    • I miss how things were familiar with him,
    • even if it was the familiar feeling
    • of being let down.
    • I try to breathe,
    • But the more I think about my breathing,
    • the more I feel like I can't breathe.
    • I crave broken men.
    • When I try to save other people
    • am I trying to save myself?
    • Am I covering up for my lack of strength
    • by putting people back together?
    • I am tired.
    • I want someone to save me —
    • build an intricate web
    • and place it beneath me in case I fall.
    • I tell her it is terrifying to be lost
    • somewhere in between here and there
    • in the dark nothingness,
    • to have moments of time
    • unaccounted for.
    • I have become an introvert
    • because I don't have a large enough vocabulary
    • to be anything else.
    • I am trying to find myself
    • in all of the chaos,
    • find something that I can call me
    • inside the screams and inside
    • the you shoulds and you have to bes
    • What kind of job do I want?
    • Where am I going to live?
    • My parents have spent
    • so much money on my education
    • and I don't have any idea
    • what I am going to do when I leave here.
    • None of my friends can understand
    • how the last three years went so quickly.
    • It feel like the first day of freshman year
    • wasn't that long ago —
    • like we just met and are still trying
    • to find our way around campus.
    • But now we are seniors.
    • We are at the top of the heap.
    • Everyone is looking up toward us,
    • but I am looking back.
    • I have found myself talking about the weather a lot.
    • I think that means I have entered the real world,
    • that I am an adult,
    • because now I have awful gaps in time
    • to fill as I wait for trains and elevators
    • to take me to places I do not want to go.
    • I fear my whole life
    • will be exactly like this —
    • seen from behind my eyes,
    • never touching.
oct 7 2013 ∞
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