Understand. De-Clutter.

Understand. De-Clutter.

A Poem by Quinn

I don’t know what’s inside me
Not the blood and guts and gore
Just what goes on inside my head
I don’t really know anymore

I’ve spent so long trying
Trying to work it out, all of it
And then I’ll crack open another bit of me
I realise I only know a bit

I wish there was an easy option
But also not as this is my road
Maybe I need this opportunity
I need the chance for freedom to lighten the load

I don’t know what’s left
Nor do I fully understand
All I know is that it makes me dangerous
I know that, so I’ll take no ones hand

I’m doing this, cutting you off for a reason
Until I work out what is in my head
It’s just better for everyone
I make mistakes, I know the stuff I’ve said

I’ve got to search through the mess
The clutter, the noise
Work out what I’m doing
Till I get to the stage that everyone enjoys

© 2016 Quinn

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Added on March 27, 2016
Last Updated on March 27, 2016
Tags: confusion, emotions, late night thoughts, thoughts, feelings, safety



Glasgow, United Kingdom

Sad AF. Dysfunctional AF. Queer AF. He/Him. Trans-guy. Bisexual. I am a first year university student in Glasgow who has been writing poetry since 2014 to varying levels of success. I also perf.. more..

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