forum I started a poetry thing, and then I left and now I can't find it. So plz talk to about poetry and don't hate me for starting ANOTHER discussion

Started September 09, 2018 by @German_Boats

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Oh look I wrote a thing, is it any good

I feel that i’m drowning, drowning, drowning, drowning, in the mess you’ve made inside. I feel that i’m sinking, sinking, sinking, sinking, into what I thought were your lies. But why would you lie, what would you gain? You couldn’t do this, you know its not a game. You know the risks, you know the stakes, and none of them seem like ones you would take. I’m falling, falling, falling, falling, down the well you dug. I’m pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, against the wall you said you put up. And my fists start bleeding and my elbows are bruised, because I don’t know whether or not I should feel used. You’ve made me bleed, and you’ve made me cry. But is that only because i’m a mess inside? Is it me, or is it you? Why can’t you tell me, I don’t know what to do. I’m sitting here helpless waiting for your word. But now I’m just worried your voice won’t be heard. You don’t let it cary, it just dies it the hall. It just falls down the well until you can’t hear it at all. I’m listening for your answer, I’m waiting for your words. But even though I’m falling with them, they still are not heard. Your a second away, if I wanted I could grab you. But I can’t, now I cant, because the glass won’t break through. Its so thin but so sturdy, so sharp and so angry. And it doesn’t want me near you, because it doesn’t want you changing. But I don’t know what i’m doing, am I saving you or losing you? Am I the anchor keeping you steady, or the weight thats killing you? Am I dragging you down, down, down, down, below, or am I the one thing thats keeping you afloat? I’m left so confused, sitting on the floor. Do you hate me? Do you need me? Do you love me anymore? I want you to stop, and I want you to speak. I don’t want to look at you and watch you be weak. Because your slowly, slowly slipping and I feel its my fault. And the terrifying question is, did I make this up on the spot? Did I create a fantasy where you might actually need me, or did this already exist and i’m just laying at your feet? Are you controlling me, or holding me, that I’m just not sure. I can’t tell if your talking, because I can’t hear any words. But your mouth is moving! Why won’t you look? What is it you think, you think that I took? I stole nothing from you! At least not that I know! Do I stay do I run, do I stop or do I go? I’m lost! I’m hurt! Is this a dream? Because I see your face twisted, all scrunched in a scream. I’m stuck, get me out! Your scream is so loud! Why is your scream the only sound? I can’t hear your happy, I only feel your anguish! And please, oh please stop, before i’m led to perish. I can’t do it anymore, please close your mouth! Or should you leave it open, since thats the only sound that comes out? Please, oh please tell me! Tell me what to do! I don’t know how to feel, I just don’t want to lose you!