Like a cigarette in the rain
and Like the stars on a cloudy night
I easily burn out and hide away
I silently drown and suffocate
My fears get the best of me
and My tears become my enemy
As I stare, lost, at this living cemetery
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Life's a waste, not for a second will you ever see me believe it's worth living. I don't believe we mortals should have to live a tortured, miserable life, which is filled with hate, anger, jealousy, disease, death and the brain aching ideology that gets built in our minds.
Yes, I admit, we have 'good' things, however, if we perceive these things such as joy, rainbows and sunshine as being good, then we will find happiness or contentment within them, but the opposition is nothing to compare. One sentence, phrase or paragraph. One action or opinion can change the outlook of a whole situation, which makes me believe that at the end of the day, no matter what we do, or what we say, in the worlds eyes, in humanities eyes, you are either a hero or a villain - no in between.
And if per say, you are the villain in someone else's story, the bad person with the rough background filled with abuse, neglect, drugs and drinking and family issues, the person who wasn't shown love, wasn't taught, love. Just know that, trying to correct your mistakes, although may seem right, isn't - grow from it, yes, but, do not apologise, because you were broken and instead of helping,
Society tore your soul some more.
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The Ways in Which We Think
PoetryA collection of poems, thoughts and outburst that I have written in hopes to reassure those who are unsure about living, each piece is about a certain aspect of my life and as a person who struggles with both emotional and mental health issues I wan...
