Music is more my style
But I write because I have things to say
And I can't write a song for shit.
I think it's funny really
How circular life can be
Like the planet is just a reminder
That it all ends and starts eventually.
Is anyone even reading this?
Or am I pouring my heart out to a screen.
I don't mean to sound self pitiful
I think all in all I live a pretty decent life
And I should be grateful
But you know how it is, you get in your head
And the next thing you know
You're looking inside yourself to find a hole.
Sometimes it's easy to laugh it off
And sometimes it's easy to break down and cry
But I hate when it's hard to do either
So I'm just stuck in my random grief
And have to claw my ass out to survive.
I gasp for breath but reach strong confrontation
And the world that I've loathed gets back at me again
Like a stupid prank fight
Except this time it's real
And I'm loosing my mind
At least that's how it feels.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry about anything and everything. I'll pour my little heart out. Please remember that poetry is interpreted differently by everyone and that it only really has to make sense to the author. I would love comments and feedback! Please do not plagia...