i can't stand the thought of you crying cuz of me
it'd make me lose my fucking mind
can't convince myself this is really happening
i wanna try to forget everything
you're the flowers on my grave
you're the wear on the inscription of my name
you're the soil above amd below me
you're the fungus that reaps the benefits
sing a tune that's been there for eternity
you need to go home, you just miss your mom
get that weight up off your chest
get out there, build yourself a nest
i remember it's fun being a person
cuz i got to meet you.
back off, don't stand your ground
stay still, just sit down
in the end, you're just a kid
scars in your eyes
and a protector in your head
ive never known when i can stand my ground
or when i have to stay down
the colors mix into a new perspective
the mirror lies to me
and i just wanna shoot that me
in the brain.
i wanna make a life
that noone has seen before
i wanna be so much more
i wonder if she ever looked at me
and thought, "shit, she's so pretty."
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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
