Mortality

it was almost 5am when I wrote this, I felt like I had to write something, because it's the only voice that can be loud enough for now. I'm just being blunt with this one,because i'm just a human.

Morality

I sit there thinking and erasing lines after lines of words

Trying to think of some type of poetic verse

Who am I to say that I am a self proclaimed writer?

When I can’t think of words that could matter

Day after day I ponder about life and its aspects

To now understand that is just worthless and nonsense

I lost motivation in my life, so I’m trying to get that back so I can see the light

It’s late and i'm not tired, i’m really trying hard to make my life better

Sometimes I believe people don’t care about my creativity as they are ALWAYS silent towards me

I hate school I hate life, what's the point in being alive?

I’ve regressed many times to see the world I want to leave behind

I lost friends I don't care so much about anymore

I don't put up an effort to talk to anyone I knew before

Yet It’s my fault i’m alone, scared and confused, but I still live without a care

People who will read this will think, this is depressing not knowing where my mind has been

Most of you will ignore this, but most famous writers had same thing going on for them like this

Right now i’m as human as I can be, trying to find the right path for me

It's not fun being who I am when people don't know where you come from in the end

I’m Terrance the man with ideas and dreams who will one day create the perfect scene.

Author's Note

I would love for good and bad responses as always, just doing what I can do to improve this this field of skill.