i'm alive, i'm alive, but i feel i might just die
i fear when the sun rises tomorrow my
nightmares and hellish thoughts won't subside
i've told them a hundred fucking times
but i'm not to be listened to all the fucking time
i'm a liar, untrustworthy, and unworthy of a life
i'm not asking for a savior or a lover but an advice
what do you do when you're hated by your mind?
i've been pacing for days, afraid i'm living a lie
overthinking, overlooking, crashing on high tides
God, i know i'm alive but death is right by my side
lying on a bed with an aching chest, eyes wide
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i, you, & them
Poetryan anthology of poems poured from daily thoughts of just i, you, & them. heed the tags.
