I listen to the music in the background,
But all I hear is you.
I miss you.
You seem to be the only inspiration I have left.
And it's leaving me feeling dry.
I wish I wasn't sober,
So I could use all the empty bottles to gather up my tears,
I'd send them to you with notes attached.
Little letters written on the lines.
Maybe it'd be better if I was blind,
Never to see the world and the harsh things inside.
But what really matters anymore?
My writings used to have meaning,
But now they're all empty.
I don't want to lose inspiration again,
Because without my writing I'd be just another face in the crowd.
Who is a person without a passion?
I'm just trying to find something to believe in,
It's almost as like I never believed at all.
Nothing seems right anymore,
Life just seems like a chore.
I've needed help,
But I've been too afraid to admit it.
I'm closer and closer each day to giving up,
But I must stay strong,
For the ones around me need to see someone who has it all together.
But maybe for once I just need to cry.
I'm tired of trying.
I give it my best,
But somehow my best isn't enougn anymore.
I'm scared and alone.
I'm craving for someone.
But I receive no one.
I'm just tired, tired all the time.
I wish I had something to believe in.
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Poetry(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the deta...