"Everyone and everything around me's always changing
Everyone except me, I'm stayin' the same as if I was nothing
I don't sing my songs, I bleed them."
one thing you'll be able to tell
is i don't write unless i mean it
without heat, the sun's just another star
without the feelings to back the words
it all becomes one in the same
i swear to god
listening to the worst thoughts get a nod
if my writing matters so,
then i shouldn't care about them coming back
often i live in the past
the bloody bandage wraps undone
my scars seem to have healed
but the knife keeps my lips sealed
keep it under wraps when everyone seems to know
plague the facts with fallacies of my mind
nothing will be the same
once again i put my ideals on the table
figuring out how to arrange the cards in my mind
if there was a way to say what's with me
without a single word spoken
id have a full house
and im sure a lot of you would too
perusing the shop of my dreams
i paid hundreds for these headphones
while it doesn't even play
the cord is ripped to shreds
feeling something is nice atleast
but at the same time it's never okay
you know i cry so easily
even though i try so hard
like drawing another card
tear out my hair
nobody will care
break all my bones
with sticks and stones
my eyes are deaf to tones.
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
