Me

I am just sitting here
Thinking of a simple poem
Hoping to make a point
To someone who needs it

I think of the good and bad
How some people have it brilliant
And others have it terrible
Then I wonder where mine is placed

And then I think of the depressed
How they feel they have no one
They can only talk through their poems
Can I fully capture their point of view?

I then begin to read my other poems
Where I can place myself in other situations easily
And somehow its just so hard to write about me
Could this mean that I'm slipping away??

I can write about suicide and death
And how I want to "give up"
But I try and write about love and meaning
Thats where I get writers block

I now just erased two stanzas
Because I wasn't writing about me
I'm trying to tell you something
But all I can do is lie...

This poem is different from my others
I'm actually telling you my perspective
I am also not rhyming in this poem
And that is very hard for me

I am sorry if this feels like rambling
Now you know whats in my head
Now I can finally breathe again
Maybe you'll see more poems like this

*okay, i doubt this is one of my best poems...but i hope you like it*