Poetry When I Couldn’t I want to write beautiful poems About natures kisses, About gods and about grief, About the moments I miss, About death and about life, About the people I dared to love. I hate these days. Words fail me, and so do poems. All I can do is fall into the loop, Submerge my head so I can’t hear Until my only remaining hope Is someone who cares Will keep me from drowning. I wish I could say Everything is going to be alright. I wish I could say I have all the freedom I need, That the days of sneaking out And nights at parks Are over. I wish I could. Poetry keeps me up, But now I can’t write. So I’ll say everything now. I’m scared of dying in car crashes, And I’m scared everyone else will die. I’m scared of being a bad person, And I’m scared I already am. I’m scared I’m toxic, I’m scared I’m lying To make people care about me. I’m scared one day people will move on And I’m scared they’ll say I’m wrong In everything I do, And I’m scared they’re right.
