strmblsd

you lost the game

ǝɯɐƃ ǝɥʇ ǝsol oʇ noʎ ɹoɟ ǝɯᴉʇ

he/him

slc utah

reading and performing hemalurgy on unsuspecting people and ASL (American sign language ) the loser of the game!
The one and only poem I have ever written .
Was writing this back in english class never fully finished my editing but it was just about done



When i listen to music

I think about life

I think about hardship

I think about strife

Laying in my bedroom

Silent in the night

Staring at my whitewashed walls

Holding my subdued pillows tight

So tight that they might break like me

Hoping nobody walks in

Sees me crying uncontrollably

Hiding under a burdensome blanket

Crushing like my hopes and dreams

And asks if somethings wrong

Im ok, im ok, im ok,

I tell myself everyday

But deep down in my chest

My heart feels a shadowy grasp

At home at school at work at play

Sitting away from the group

Always on the verge of tears

On my friends swing alone

Going back and forth like all thoughts go

Hoping nobody sees the broken in me

But through it all and ever still

If my friends were drowning

I would lift them up and out

Even if it required me going under