Dimmed light and a cold soup
Keep scooping every piece left
Just to make me want this more
Even if it doesn't mean anything
Another love confession
Just to get what they wanted
Another rejection
Just to get rid of the unwanted
I'll be twenty two with no sign of maturing
I'll be dead too with no sign of achieving
What comes after potential
If not another disappointment
There will be a time where I'd step outside
Then another person committed suicide
Heard the world through this small screen
Hated the headlines more than myself
Felt sick for being known
For the things that I've ruined
Another day pretending
Life would be beautiful
Consequences
Only seems to come at me
Consequences
The days seem so tiring lately
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I Saw The News and I Didn't Like It (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryRumors and gossip, along with adulthood, are taking up all the space, all the while the inner battle of growing old can be a sign of the times of what's coming in the near future
