The world hurts, like a lot.
And I have no idea what I'm going to do.
There are so many possible outcomes for life, and I don't want to eliminate one but you can only live one life so I've got to pick one.
I am no good with decisions, and for a while I've been letting people decide, but I don't want to.
I want to do so many things and I can't and I have no idea what I'm gonna do about it, I'll probably just end up getting burned.
I am no icarus and my fear isn't the sun, I'll never fly that high because I won't even get off the ground before I die.
I'll die surrounded by outcomes and possibilities I never chose.
How do others choose so easily?
Do they never wonder about the other possibilities?
The thing is I'm not good enough about any one in particular to stick to it, because my talents are loosely spread over a few things.
It's like I'm not good enough to do all of them but I can't for the life of me give up one to pursue the other.
If I could give some up then I'd at least have time to focus on the others and force myself to get better, but like then I'd lose some of the things I love and I can't really do that.
I wish I was still eight with no responsibilities and so many possibilities to be had.
Now I'm approaching 19 with no true world to be seen.
And I'm suffocating under all of the chances
And zero romances
I want to be alone but I don't wanna be left alone and I have nothing to offer except what's pulling me under anyways.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryA series of poems about myself, love, and fear. It seems monsters lurk around every corner of life.
