is it sad
that my life is boiled down to two aspects?
friends
and time not thinking?
because that's all i do nowadays
the more i let myself think
the more i let things stir in my mind
the more that it turns into a hateful soup
corroding away the will i have
but it's forced down my throat
tube and funnel
an ounce on the skin
would kill me
everything on the inside can take more of a beating
but im already at my lowest on the outside.
on second thought
the fact me and my friends know things
that many others don't
and we hold secrets special to us
like that Robbie and cavetown as a whole
couldn't get his keyboard to work
for the insturmental solo in "frog"
now you know what me and skyy know
and we have a bracelet from the experience
the ideas and thoughts shared among us
enjoyment is something we don't often take into account
and so what if my life feels dreary
to the point of needing a bit of help to feel happy
and what if my life
makes it so painful to think
with parents
and lack of loves
and whatever else people take gratification and satisfaction from
but that's okay
friends and distractions are alright
because they may be a big portion of my life
but they aren't what my life revolves around
i can survive without them
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
