im so tired,all the time,
day in and day out,
mentally fried,
physically dried,
ive lost everything,
everything that mattered,
gone like nothing,
the world fucked me,
and everyone says to take it,
push onwards,
stand up and push forward,
but do you know what?
im tired of pushing on,
because ive noticed,
that whenever i stand up again,
any time i take another hit,
and stand again to move on,
im hit harder,
and im done,
im just done fighting,
done taking it all on the chin,
or,
acting like things dont still weigh me down,
like anchors,
pulling,
dragging me lower,
and every time i sink,
someone whispers in my ear,
"stand up,push forwards,forget,"
and im done,
so ill just sit here,
and sink,
im done spending every moment,
fighting for nothing.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoesieThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...