There is so much to say,
but I can’t speak a word.
So much to do,
yet I can’t take action.
My head says to wait,
cause I don’t know the future.
Yet still I feel lonely,
and lost in the shadows.
Does anyone even see me?
Do I even exist?
I know at least one person cares,
But the rest I can’t hear.
My heart beaten and broken,
battered and bruised.
I know what I should do,
but still, it’s tough.
So I’ll wait, as I walk this line.
Maybe the struggle will end,
maybe, my life is a lie.
At least it could be worse,
Than again, how bad is this really?

I feel stuck, in choices I don’t understand.
I have feelings, one taken, one I’m unsure.
I cant seem to stop thinking, and I feel like a mess.
I don’t have a solution, and I feel like I need to speak.
Two people, and I don’t know how to tell either of them.
I should just focus on school, but she is on my mind.
And by she I mean two, and I don’t know what’s true.
I can’t expect either would want me, not in my mess.
Maybe I’m wrong, and honestly, part of me hopes so.
But who do I choose?
The first and last and changed since I met her?
Or my most recent, who watched me as I changed.
I have feelings, but for who I cant tell.
It’s just a mess, and it won’t go away.
So it’s just that, do I choose the one I cant have?
Do i choose the one that’s unknown?
Do either even feel the same, or am I just alone?
I’m stuck between a rock and something hard.
I’m stuck with a choice, and I cant tell what’s right.

A seashell is round, a circle unending,
It’s sharp and unruling.
The emptiness, bland and white,
Swirls closed and tight.
The shell, representing depression,
Downward, in direction.
It hurts and stabs, cuts and scars.
And feels like rusty bars.
You lose it, without a trace,
Look it in the face.
Gone forever, or so you thought,
In the waves, it got caught.
It travels to the shore and hooks you again,
Leaving you with no gain.
Depressed and down, and cut by the edge,
Scaring again, living the age.
If it shall leave, it leaves you in shock,
Cause all that left, is the time on the clock.
Living depressed is lonely at best,
And the emptiness tells the rest.