Down and Out

It’s not that simple,
these feelings I can’t express.
They suffocate me.

Will I ever find
an easy way to your side,
when you mean this much?

Music always heals,
rhythm, pitches, expression,
yet a curse it brings.

Insecurities,
burdens that I struggle with,
indefinitely.

A little haiku,
as if whiny poetry
lacked pretentiousness.