I'm not feeling
too good
anymore
hopes and dreams
have shipwrecked in my
stomach
and rope-tied anchors
have knotted
up
clanging like bells
against my
insides
and I'm
not feeling
too
good
anymore
I've given up
on that pointless insanity
of calling out
your wishes to falling
stars because
wishes never come true
anyways
and the last person
I told my wish
to said that it was stupid
to wish for happiness
and I agreed
because
happiness isn't real
and neither is the help
that people
say I can receive
because
when I look for help I'm looking for
an outstretched
hand
to pick me up from
the mud
I'm looking for an
it's going to be okay
and you
are important
but instead
people have thrown their
gods in my face
telling me about a Hell
that doesn't sound
much worse
than
this
one
they have stabbed me
over and over and over again
calling me
selfish
and attention seeking
all because they
can't see that the inside of
my head is
about as pitch black
as the inside
of their stomach because my mind
has swallowed
society's toxicity
and I'm not feeling
too good
anymore.
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Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
