My Writings

I think with my right hand.
- Edmond Wilson


Ask me anything  

You just don’t understand.

Stop giving me your looks of apathy.

Believe me.

I’m fine. All right.

I don’t need your sympathy.

* * * *

When I’m alone in my room,

I just can’t put an end to my tears.

But believe me.

I’m fine. All right.

I don’t have any fears.

* * * *

Okay. All right. Maybe I fear.

It’s the future cause`n my worry.

Just Believe me.

I’m fine. All right.

It’s just

Life’s unsteady… blurry.

* * * *

Why’s God doing this?

He’s making me mad.

Believe me.

I’m fine. All right.

Things aren’t so bad.

* * * *

ugh…

* * * *

Okay. I lied to myself and God.

I didn’t listen to His plan

How everything’s gonna

Be fine,

And be all right.

You see, I heard the bad news and ran

(From Him).

* * * *

God’s fast. He caught me.

I won’t try that again.

Believe me now.

I’m fine. All right.

I don’t see why it’s happening now,

But maybe

Then…