here we go again
the sun has shattered into a million tiny pieces
a bright shine once seen in my eyes
it's so hard to have hope in you
when all it is, is rolling dice
my problems are growing in size
im so tired of being alive
what's the point in believing lies?
i wish i could feel it even for a moment.
the world on my shoulders,
lilies and lilacs when you see them
and to finally find a place where
i dont have to pretend.
but honestly?
it wont happen
and im not gonna try to make it happen
i dont have the energy
the hope
the time, even
something makes me think the time i have left is low
the time i have to spend
the time i have to sleep
to live, to feel, to touch
all the while i dream about
which edge would feel best running down my skin
which edge would feel best opening the skin on my throat
which edge would put me out of misery the fastest
im so exhausted
i just cant anymore
and now i feel so awkward around you
i don't deserve to be here with you
i embarrassed myself
i just need to shut up and let things be
let things right themselves as i remove myself from the situation
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poesiapoetry 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
