Trying Lonely


I’m tired of being
Wherever it is that I am,
Trying to be okay.

Tired of working more hours
Just to block out
The loneliness (why don’t you
Tell them about the?)

I play my music louder,
Addicted to hard rock
and heavy metal, stuck
On sick beats that set
My mind at ease.

Maybe I’m just not strong
Enough. Maybe no one
Is listening. Maybe if I scream
It will keep me from weeping.

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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