The Mad House

UGHHH. Rant time. So, apparently I don’t talk enough? I find that hard to believe. I never shut up! But since I didn’t tell my friend my grandma needed surgery, VERY MINOR SURGERY FOR A HEART ATTACK SHE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW SHE HAD, I don’t ever tell her things. She’s the only one I ever let read my writing, or my poetry. She’s heard me sing! Nobody else has. She knows every little thing about the guy situation. The guy I like, why I can’t tell him. She’s heard bits and snippets of Vince conversations, she’s heard me gush about him and every other guy I’ve ever liked. She’s helped me through things nobody else ever even knew I went through. Oh, but I don’t ever tell her anything! Nooo.
Blahh.
So, I was going through my files and stuff today, and I found a lot of old poetry. Here’s one, I have absolutely no idea who it’s about. Maybe Vince? Or the guy I like. Dunno.

Overwhelmed by emotion
Thoughts unbearable
Anger, Sadness, Frustration, Betrayal

A glimmer of light, a beacon of hope
A diamond among broken glass
My light in these tunnels I’m lost in

It leads me out
Into a land of nothingness
Where remembering is not an option

A blank mind, a clean slate
Something to start anew
Something I couldn’t have without you

So I guess that’s it. Now I’m just bored and angry… And I have absolutely nothing to do. Nyehh.
Bye. :[