This Is A Broken Place

I want to say

a lot of things.

I don't have the words.

I want to do 

a lot of things.

I don't have the means.

I have so many 

reasons why

everything should be

perfect.

At least, on the

outside.

But these walls don't

make this place 

home.

And these letters and 

words don't make this

poetry.

This is a broken place,

where I try

and I pretend

but all the pieces

never

quite

fit.

I don't have the will

to fight

for something that always

keeps moving

further

and

further

away.

Author's Note

It's really just a frustrated mess of words, but everyone else will be happy that I didn't choose to do something more destructive. Not sure how long my "good behavior" will last though. Thanks for reading, and (more importantly) putting up with my moody and taciturn nature.

Reviews

[Empty Spaces]

your my favorite modern poeit. like forreal . i get boried and pull up your poertry. i pause when i read it because im just like damn that just freakin exsplans my life. thank you. and keep being awsome

[Siren]

o.o
wow, thanks. I really appreciate that. I haven't written in a while, and I feel like I'm running out. Thanks you for reading my work.

[Empty Spaces]

lol me too. its not even writers block...just empty spaces

[Siren]

i definitely understand empty spaces...

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...:)

[Siren]

thank you [:

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[quinfinn]

nicely done! quite well written and truly impressive, dear Siren. keep up the roll!!!!

[Siren]

hopefully with better circumstances, but im not holding my breath :P