I Can’t Stop Thinking. So I’ll Write It All Down...

I just want to talk,

it’s been a month or so, and I can’t stop.

I gave up two weeks ago when my mind was low,

even under a writer’s block,

I can’t seem to get up and walk

to you, or even crawl for a savior,

I’d say see you later, but I’ve got about 24 hours and I’ll see you in my lair..

You think of me as a stranger, I’m mainly just a lone ranger,

I’ve scouted for months, I’m locked behind my punch-

I see the numbers, but I don’t care to crunch, I don’t need your help, let me run!

It’s okay- inhale:

Is the internet any help?

No!

Have you progressed by the slightest?

Ay!

Leave me alone you little

empathetic prick.

Alright now let it out....

I’ve saved my hate and capped it in a little tin box,

I leave it where my thoughts

aren’t-

constantly talking,

I don’t know you

and You don’t know me,

It’s ok, you don’t have to love me.

Just give me a second to give you some

company,

because I’m tired of running,

I’m tired of falling.