Cave Writing 1 by LonelyPoet
Ew, Comic Sans,
I can't believe i'm here again.
three or four years since i've opened this door:
my virtual book and pen.
maybe entering this room
is a complete mistake,
maybe it would help.
but listening to songs did not respond
the emotions i have felt.
Dear Diary, here i stand once more
Conflicted and confused.
Its been here for long and still haunts me still
A psychological abuse.
I think i am normal,
I speak and i look,
Just like some Boring Bart.
Just that he didn't have a roller coaster
Flowing through his heart
I feel too much and not enough
And then some here and there.
Overthink and then space out
Like "do i really care?"
Dear Diary, reporting live
another day in the cave
I left my guide with a quick route out
While i stayed to be blindly brave
My guide told me that if i make it out
I won't come out alone.
But going alone was not the option
for it was my only choice.
Narcissism has led me to believe
That those words may have just hurt her.
The introvert in me really wants
for her to be cavalier.
Let's face it, this is hopeless
The cave feels so monotone.
Why be so vibrant when it hurts all the same?
Stalactite piercing through bone.
I did mention companions come an go
And disappear along the way.
Truth of the matter, they couldn't bother
It would be a pain to stay.
Now for my guide, whom i cherish so
For helping me mark out some paths
So i would know better to choose the latter
because the former was marked with "death"
Such a companion i could not find
anywhere in this world.
Regret, Relent, Resent, Repent,
Not a another comparable to her.
