Im chill.
Constantly debating if I should continue.
Hail to all the ones who aren't with you.
Longing for the days when you were alive.
Lying to others saying I'm fine.
I'm great!
Groaning at the thought of my life.
Repeating my days, that so filled with strife.
Edging at time, all with a knife.
Aiming for better (yeah that's a lie)
Ticking away, wishing I'd die!
I'm Alright, I promise.
Always struggling to breathe.
Lying to others, beyond belief.
Running away from every big thing.
Imagining life without all these rings.
Guessing and figuring out what I could be.
Hoping and waiting for your needs to be me.
Tailing you both, asking "who's he?"
I.
Promise you.
Rope around my neck that things well be unique.
Opening my heart to you while I bleed.
Misunderstanding, what I can't see.
Its just crazy to someone like me.
So mind me when I say.
Everything about you, is just not for thee.
Low key sleepy so im leaving at this, I hope you don't cringe too much, comment any miss types or judgements.
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Poems For The Soul & Thoughts For The Mind
PoesiaA trip in to my mind, filled with poetry and odd thoughts. By the way some of things I think may be kind of out landish, just warning you. Also a lot of what I write is depressing. *potential trigger warning*
