cooling with the wrong crowd
negative and fake
none of our screams make sound
antagonisic and late
dead upon arrival
left for seed
fertilizer for the future generations
with the corpse of infidelity
lack of belief
want to end cycles
punishment, resentment
it never changes
but with me
i will change it
ill be whatever i can
not making friends
don't wanna kill myself in their stead
better to watch the way i tread
lead myself to a conclusion
delusional yet functional
settling down, drifting off
raggedy breathing, turning to a cough
drowning in debt of hearing
listening is what i can do
and i understand my assignment
as feed for the poor of sociability
food for the hard of happiness
giving a platform upon which to stand
lights are on in the home
but not a single one is home
lost a soul along the way
never having someone make their day
although sometimes it seems so easy
the broken hardened heart feels oh so queasy
be myself, make me feel so greasy
with the oils of the soul leaking
slipping off the sides, streaking
quality comes in, barely a thanking note comes out
and all i can say is sorry for
what ive ended up becoming
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
