Trauma changes people
I'm a prime example
I used to follow the rules.
I used to be nice to everyone
I used to be so fucking innocent and pure
But damn did that change
Devil's lettuce
Shots till I drop
Lost in this cycle
Just fake it till I make it
Pretend I'm happy while I smoke the night away
Then drink the weekends into blurred memories
When did I get this bad
God I used to be so good
I used to be so fucking happy
But the world gave up on me
So I gave up on the world
But I guess it's the cycle I've learned to accept
This is reality and there's no true escape
I could run as far as I'd like
Yet it would never suffice
Because there's only one key to leave reality
It's the kiss of death
Where everything disappears
Where nothing can hurt anymore
Where my thoughts don't haunt my every waking moment
Where I don't have to be high to smile
Where the grass really is greener
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What's Right
PoetryPoetry and random thought compilation that has become my coping mechanism :)