It’s Just Me —————— I thought I was fine, that I was all right. but my friends reminded me not all is light. not all is sunshine, rays of happy. I realized what that meant, and how it affected me. I started to think. thinking a lot. thinking too much about what I don’t got. about what I couldn’t change, what would stay the same, what I couldn’t control in this world of a game. but something found me. help, even hope. and that reminded me, life isn’t a downward slope. even though it’s hard, it’s possible to see. instead of slipping down, slipping up was key. certain kinds of help, maybe even music, could help the situation. help me get through it. certain people, certain names, certain voices, certain claims that not all is broken, and some things could change. a community where I belong, where I share my experiences, and other people answer, and some of them agree. I am not alone, not as it may seem. just because I’m not okay, doesn’t mean it’s just me.
If you couldn’t tell, this is a poem about how Twenty One Pilots and the Clique and stuff helped me through some crap. Thanks for sticking with us. Stay alive. |-/
