Don't Know Myself

Fed Up With Me Poem... nothin' personal...

 

I don’t know myself…

I don’t know what to do with me…

I am upset with myself…

Do not even know how to hate myself…

I can question myself to death…?

Nevertheless, I find no answer to myself…

You are upset with me…

I am done with it all…

The questions run like rapid water through your veins…

My answers are as empty as my own bloodless veins…

So what do I do know when nothings left of me...?

I cannot help myself…

You cannot help me…

What is left to be seen…?

To be done with…?

To be fed up…

It is what you and I both are…

Never knowing what is left of me for you or I…?

I am done with myself,
and you are done with me...

Author's Note

weird grammar, I know~ but whaddya think?