trying to make a rhyme in time

before my feeling lock me out

trying to find the time to write it down

when I really just want to drown it out
I try,
I know men don't cry,
but little boys do

I have a bit of both I guess

but guess what one I use

thighs that remind me

of a drunk man drawing

on a scratchboard
with a knife

strifes break out between parts of my mind

tearing me apart from the inside
now,
what pride?

I'm whats left
if you take away all the right
and leave all the wrong
I'm the awkward hello
and the silent goodbye
did you hear me whisper
oh wait
no one heard
or maybe no one cared
I'm not ready
but I am prepared
I don't belong here
goodbye
so long