Staring at the ceiling,
Whispering to the fan,
Watching the blades spin,
As fast as they can.

Hair in my face,
Thoughts in my head,
Thinking of all,
Said and unsaid.

As fast as the fan,
Thoughts run away,
Lost in my mind,
Tangled with emotions and pain.

Can't blink,
For fear I might disappear,
Scared to look back,
Pain disables tears.

I think of times,
So long ago,
Back when I was happy
And I watched my soul grow.

Six months since,
I went a day w/o tears,
Six months since,
I found all my fears.

I remember all the poems,
I wrote only for you,
All my feelings I know,
Where true.

Now this poem,
Is a bunch of stupid rhyme,
It has no purpose,
Like my life all the time.
 
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