Dry

I don't want to talk about myself

I don't want to watch TV

I can't focus on anything right now

That, I can really see

I don't want to scream and shout

For some reason I want to cry

For I think that I've screwed myself over

But I don't know how or why

I am scared to fall in love

Because that means right now

Will be left in the past

And even if I manage to fall in love

I know it will never last

But so what, if it ends

At least I did have fun

But then you see I will have lost more

And away I'll be forced to run

Maybe if I fall in love again

I'll forget that I am scared

And I'll be able to move along

And forget what I've prepared

I don't know what to do

Or what I feel right now

I feel that I am empty inside

But I'll get through this somehow

I hate that I'm complaining 

I'm just out of things to say

And I am scared that if I stop

Then the feeling won't go away

They say there's no rest for the wicked

But what about the ones who cannot shut off their heads

We never hear about us folks

As we cry for sleep in our beds

I wish that for just one single day

I fell asleep at 10 o'clock

Then I wouldn't feel quite so useless

When it comes to picking this lock

Grief only gets better with time

I know I'm switching up my thoughts

But I just remembered there is still more to do 

Before I can release my stress from its knots

I wish that I could quit my life

And sail the ocean blue

But I just remembered that I hate the ocean

It's not quite worth the view

I hate the sound that a door can make

When it shuts and scares me down

You can almost imagine the door

With the door closer's frown

I don't know how to end this

So I'll end it with goodbye

I don't know what to name this poem

So I guess I'll call it dry