Pen With No Ink

i was feeling a little sad

I feel dead

sometimes i dream of having nightmares

one day i live

soon i will love

soon is a long time to wait

i wonder if i will live

sometimes i dream of having kids

maybe i am just a little to young

i wonder when will i die or will anyone cry

i runaway but i am very slow

and then i empty out you wont see me 

not even a glow.

Author's Note

thank you for reading

Reviews

[Gone]

Some pertinent questions. Most of which are predominently influenced by you. You might want to do some work on the flow of this poem. The second line was not immediately obvious to me. I think I might have got it first time, if you added a comma to line three and brought line four up to meet it. Others may disagree though.

[Olivia C. H.]

Soon is very far away, that I agree with completely. So many of these things bounce against the corners of our minds and never find any relevant answers. I, like you, so many times fantasized on running away. But living in a nomadic state isn't always easy though, is it? (btw from your user name I'd assume you are a fan of Kid Cudi? I am toooo!)