short poems from my phone

before i write anything poetic i jus wanna say these arent really my work..they are jus poems i wrote in my phone at a moment i didnt have anythin else to write on n i was thinking of one day puttin them into another piece or make a piece revolving it...first one oldest second one newer



I havent wrote in so long..
bout the same time i touch weed n bong..
n its wierd cuz i feel empty..
like poetry jus up n left me...



I hate bein alone..
even wen i dnt got a phone..
i get scared being alone with my thought..
cuz i get tangeled in confusion and knots..
i get scared alone cuz i can be quite suicidal..
i wont do it but im crazy n belong with that title..
i jus hate bein alone, yet thats how they want me to be..
alone at home with nobody..
i try stressin dat i need someone next to me..
but they only think im tryna get my way one way or anotha or evntually.
but they wont n dont pay my phone...
so obviously they want me alone..