My Start

The emptiness inside

I am my mothers son

Clinging to the only thing I’ve ever known

The quiet comfort

And callous wonder

Of the life I have yet to explore

Without risk

Without riot

I sit in flat out silence

The crippling anxiety of asking my friends to hang out

The awkwardness I feel is so surreal

All I’m left with is loneliness

I cling to what I know

But there’s nothing to show for what I know

But the fear of loathing

Of myself

The waves of sadness it brings

If I am set off from my routine

I need to get back to it

This is my start

Sorry for my rambling