Late Night Poetry: Depressed

Here are two poems I wrote late at night at time when I was feeling down and whatever. The first one comes from this summer, and was (unfortunately) fueled by a guy. The second comes from last night, when a friend pointed out that sometimes I run away from growing up and making decisions such as college. Now that I think about it, I did write a poem awhile ago about holding into the past a lot, and not looking to the present or future. Whether this is true or not (still trying to figure it all out, not running away this time though), that’s where the second poem came from. ¬†Oh and go me for posting three days in a row! (For some reason the second poem isn’t cooperating, there is supposed to be a space between each question and the following stanza).

I’ll admit that I haven’t really edited the second one or tried to create a specific flow of words. Though I always like that challenge, this time I just wanted to write and leave it in its raw form in the hopes that some of the emotion carried in it would still be in the poem when others read it. This is something I have struggled with for a long time because I’m never sure if the poetry, blogs, or stories I write will hold as much meaning to others as it does to me. I guess it doesn’t really matter anyway, it’s what I think of my art that’s most important. As always, please give me feedback if you can!

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