I can't see a single movement or even a letter or two,
Not even with my glasses on and fully paying attention,
I'm oblivious to seeing exactly what the world is like,
The reasoning for that to this day, I just don't know.
There have been moments where I feel torn apart,
Ripped up and stepped on without a care in the world,
Words being screamed at me for not a little reason,
Not even a big one if you ask me, but who cares, right?
I catch myself dreaming of falling from a high cliff,
I fall, and there is not a single human body near me-
To quite pathetically pick me up and help me out,
I keep forgetting that no one cares about what happens.
I forgot my name, and I forget what I look like,
I forgot everything- purposely, because I want new,
I want to start over; freshly and begin a better life,
But the world is broken and abandoned; lost cause.
My mind seriously needs help from a professional,
Because the thoughts that build up inside are weird,
I don't know what I should call it, maybe potent anger,
I forgot how to count forward and backwards.
Then again, everything is backwards, unfortunately,
Sometimes I wonder if what I say even makes sense,
But then I laugh to myself, because nothing makes sense,
That's a proven fact, and so is this poem of ramble.
