February 19, 2021.
but right now i'm so numb
that i can't feel the tears running down my face
so i guess this is not a poem at all
and i suppose i've tried to cover it all up
with whiteout and pretty lies
but this sort of mark is too stubborn
it lingers even when you've ran out of tears to cry
poems are supposed to mean something
but right now i'm so hollowed out
--this emptiness has sucked out any remaining inspiration,
motivation, and replaced dreams with hesitation
and i suppose i've tried to cover it all up
with sharpie marker and "i'm fine"
but it's getting harder to leave bed
it's getting easier to ask, "why?"
poems are supposed to get better over time
but right now i can't really read what i write
all i find is mistakes and cliches
and opportunity for growth, but refusing steps for change
and i suppose i've tried to cover it all up
with band-aids and silly rhymes
it's getting easier to fall into self doubt
and it's getting harder to feel pride
i am supposed to feel things
i am supposed to mean something
i am supposed to get better over time
i'm falling short on living my life
and my mind won't let me forget it
because there is not enough white out or pretty lies,
there is not enough sharpie markers and "i'm fine"
and there will never be enough band-aids or silly rhymes
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2021-02-19 at 11:20
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so i guess this is not a poem at all
poems are supposed to make you feel somethingbut right now i'm so numb
that i can't feel the tears running down my face
so i guess this is not a poem at all
and i suppose i've tried to cover it all up
with whiteout and pretty lies
but this sort of mark is too stubborn
it lingers even when you've ran out of tears to cry
poems are supposed to mean something
but right now i'm so hollowed out
--this emptiness has sucked out any remaining inspiration,
motivation, and replaced dreams with hesitation
and i suppose i've tried to cover it all up
with sharpie marker and "i'm fine"
but it's getting harder to leave bed
it's getting easier to ask, "why?"
poems are supposed to get better over time
but right now i can't really read what i write
all i find is mistakes and cliches
and opportunity for growth, but refusing steps for change
and i suppose i've tried to cover it all up
with band-aids and silly rhymes
it's getting easier to fall into self doubt
and it's getting harder to feel pride
i am supposed to feel things
i am supposed to mean something
i am supposed to get better over time
i'm falling short on living my life
and my mind won't let me forget it
because there is not enough white out or pretty lies,
there is not enough sharpie markers and "i'm fine"
and there will never be enough band-aids or silly rhymes
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 307 times
Written on 2021-02-19 at 11:20
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