I Don'T Want To Hear Myself Think Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

tararara.. a butterfly is flying around my laptop i think. or maybe its just me.

yeah, probably its just me.

weird.

probably because i'm also weird.

that's what people have been telling about me

behind my back, behind closed doors.

and i pretend not to listen

though i hear

and i pretend i'm not hurting

though it kills me inside.

and every night i look at my computer

blogging my world

my heart is breaking

always breaking, never healed.

how i long for the day

when i won't care about anything

when i won't get hurt

because of people who don't care

when pain is just a waning

shadow of the moonlit moon.

but still i hear their voices

and i see their lies

i can't help but pretend

to be happy

while my heart dies.

friends

friends lost

when i'm alone

always, always alone

solitary figure

walking on her own.

behind these walls

i built

a dying doll

grasp

grasp the vines

but it's all poison lies

bloody grave

of

heartbreak

death

and

goodbyes.