POEM STARTER
Include the motif of clocks in a poem.
Clocks can be representative of time, life and death, and opportunities.
Bleeding.
I’m bleeding.
I’m bleeding all the time.
Everyday,
Every night,
Even all day.
I hate myself.
Throw me away.
Treat me like a ruined toy.
I’m already numb enough.
I climb out of the void then fall back in.
I don’t know how to be okay.
I miss being young.
I miss the old days.
I miss laughing all the time.
I miss being happy.
I wish I was happy again.
But I don’t know if that ever gonna be happening again.
I haven’t been okay for 8 years.
I wanna be okay.
I wanna be loved.
I wanna end it all.
Who loves me?
Nobody.
Who hates me?
Too many people.
Who likes me?
Nobody.
Will I feel loved ever again?
Maybe.