Redundant Questions

Writing poetry makes me ask questions

that don't need an answer.

Why do squirrels fall out of trees?

Why is laughter contagious?

Do I look ugly in red?

Are bucket hats actually cute?

Can dogs really smile?

I think of all these stupid things

and then I get sad because

maybe my poetry won't be so bad

if I put more emotion into it.

More stupid questions:

Is there anyone who knows me?

Who loves me?

-OKAY EDGE LORD

When will I be free?

Does this sadness last forever?

-STILL NOT ARTSY ENOUGH!!!

Is the sky prettier when I'm alone

or when I'm with you?

Are you really there?

Will you still hold me?

I'm pissed off and touch starved

and so tired of being depressed but

too drained and too scared to do

anything about it.

I'm a bitch and I know it and

these poems are trash because

it's not the paper and ink

that need help. It's me.

Presynaptic