2:55 a.m. April 15th

I like your structure in this. It's easygoing and has a smooth flow.

"Lonely I feel"

- I think this sounds a bit awkward. Maybe it could work if you wrote, "Lonely, I feel lonely". I do like how you inverted the normal structure though since most people may write "I feel lonely".

"2:55 in the morning
and nothing is real"

- I always like when poets give specifics, such as the time here. And how you are noting that everything seems like an illusion, reality is so far.

"Craving human touch
Is that wrong?
Am I asking too much?
The future
is uncertain
I never meant to be a burden"

- Very honest thoughts in this and I like how simple these questions are, yet they hold depth. The simple desire to crave another's touch, to be held perhaps. That innocence in not wanting to be a burden, in being scared even of what's to come.

"Anxiety screws me
Harder than him
I am a faulty light bulb
Slightly dim
You're the blue of the ocean
I am flirting with you
With the tiniest notion"

- These read to me almost like lyrics. The metaphors are thought-provoking, and that image of you being a light-bulb, close to burning out, is strong.

"Am I so wrong
For feeling so sad?
It seems like years
Since I've spoken to dad
I'm kind of a mess
You can watch me
Slowly undress
Underneath
Lies my soft pale skin
Touch me everywhere
Let's create lovely sin"

- This poem kind of reminds me of a freewrite where you just write down memories and desires and what's really on your mind without thinking too heavily on it. The mention of your dad here adds a weight to the poem, and that sadness that you are going through, questioning, wondering if this is what you'll be. Maybe distracting yourself with something that will take your mind off, something daring, exciting, this lovely sin?

I love what you did with the ending and the spacing. It is raw and shows and puts emphasis on how you aren't sure where this will go. You don't feel you can escape or climb out of this "black hole".

Near the end though, "sooths" should read "soothes".

Welcome to PnQ, by the way. Keep writing!