You're not upset when you post pictures you're not smiling in or statuses without a bunch of extra letters on the ends of words.
You're not upset when you tell your friends you want to leave or they wouldn't understand or they deserve better.
You're not upset when you blast your music & scream into the sky & curl up in a ball, sobbing hysterically.
You're upset when you stop signing in to social networking sites, when you stop answering your phone, stop texting back, stop talking altogether, when you just drive but don't hold on to the wheel because what is steering anyway.
You're upset when you leave & never come back because you don't think anymore, you don't need to think, because you just know... you know no one understands & you know they deserve better than what's left of your pathetic self.
You're upset when you listen to the silence, taking it in as you stare up at the sky, lying on the ground, limbs spread, fragile, helpless, still.
You're upset when you reach nothing, less than nothing. Oblivion.
You're numb when you reach rock bottom.
And then, from nothing, you are born.
No, I'm not there yet. I'm still writing & thinking & trying. But I'm close. I can feel my birthday coming.
You're not upset when you tell your friends you want to leave or they wouldn't understand or they deserve better.
You're not upset when you blast your music & scream into the sky & curl up in a ball, sobbing hysterically.
You're upset when you stop signing in to social networking sites, when you stop answering your phone, stop texting back, stop talking altogether, when you just drive but don't hold on to the wheel because what is steering anyway.
You're upset when you leave & never come back because you don't think anymore, you don't need to think, because you just know... you know no one understands & you know they deserve better than what's left of your pathetic self.
You're upset when you listen to the silence, taking it in as you stare up at the sky, lying on the ground, limbs spread, fragile, helpless, still.
You're upset when you reach nothing, less than nothing. Oblivion.
You're numb when you reach rock bottom.
And then, from nothing, you are born.
No, I'm not there yet. I'm still writing & thinking & trying. But I'm close. I can feel my birthday coming.
