I try.
I want to make something of my life
But I lie.
When I say it doesn't hurt not to know why.
I always look to the future while being stuck in the past,
If only I didn't feel like I always saw the world through misted glass.
I don't what I'm doing. I don't know why I am here.
I just know that time keeps moving and I'm feeling like I'm missing it.
I work harder, to help myself but it always seems someone's quicker to help themselves,
It's not that I want to die. but honestly, it seems easier than living this life.
I know that I'm here so why's it feel like I'm not
Is this dissociation, I looked it up, it's just another complication.
Another label that I can slap upon my chest, another reason why at night I get no rest.
If I cried tears for every time I get hurt we'd all die cuz I'd've drained the salt from this earth. No don't apologise it's just me, I'm once again hurt form wishing that it was easy.
'I watch the tape back and see someone else, if that's me then why's it feel like a shell' Noel Miller Bus Back
AN: so this might seem kind of different because I didn't write it as a poem I wrote it to this beat I found when I was into writing rap I don't know if it reads that well because you miss the cadence and stuff, I switched the punctuation to try and make it easier but yeah I thought music and poetry is close enough so I might aswell post it up.
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Drowning in oblivion
PoetryPoems on mental health. I'm going to use this book to write my poems and mostly I write about mental health problems. I'll write a description explaining what their on at the bottom so you don't have to try and work it out if you don't want to. I'm...
