"Are you high or have you been crying?" they ask
i honestly don't know anymore
the broken mirror shards throw my face back to me
the crimson eyes, the shattered mind
who am i anymore?
it's the end of the world
so what does it matter?
i could be high
but i haven't had drugs in a while
so i guess i've been crying
i can't deal with this anymore
oh god, why won't this stop?
it just gets worse
things have never been this bad
or at least when they were
my mind stopped recording
and the very bad is just blackness
a memory i can't access
oh god, why does it hurt so much?
even though i can't seem to feel anything at all?
i don't understand this
i'm so scared
everything has a snowball effect
everything keeps building up
what will happen when the pot boils over?
this candle is burning at both ends
it will not last the night
yet oh my friends
and oh my foes
it doesn't give a light
everything is so dark
everything is so hard
am i weak because of this?
i should be strong
others are strong
others can get through this
why can't i?
why the fuck can't i seem to pull myself together?
why is thinking all the sudden so hard?
why doesn't my brain work like everyone else?
why do i have to die like this?
why can't i just die now?
oh well the world is ending anyway
that's all the Big Rabbit has to say
i just wonder if i'll get to see Armageddon
or if God will take me before then
do i even believe in God?
is God even real?
please help me, God
if you're there
if you're not there, well
guess i'm screwed
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
