I can not really apologize
I continuously do and I never change
I am human, of course, that is obvious
I cannot change that, I cannot change the fact that I am helpless.
My mind is construed continually by earths desires, or the fact that I, me, cannot seem to be able to update one simple time.
I am not able to write these words, these lies
Yes, I said lies.
These sad poems, heart wrenching guilt, these words I spill like blood.
They are lies, I am not happy nor sad
If anything I have been drowning in this bland abyss.
There is no hope where I dwell, just a constant grey.
I go through my day, show the emotions people want to see, what they want to hear.
Yet, I am no happier than that girl being made fun of is, or the man who is in prison for life without parole.
I am no happier than the boy who is being to pressured
or the the girl who aborted her baby.
I am no happier than the mother who lost her son
or the cop who killed an innocent life.
We all sit in sadness, feeling bad for ourselves
Yet, someone out there has it worse than yourself.
You cry, you cut, you bleed your heart out yet there is someone else in the world eating their crap and living life.
Why am I on here complaining that society sucks when it truly doesnt.
It is the people.
We
The
People
The one who complain night and day
crying
cutting
bleeding
pleading
for someone to pay attention
when nobody cares and that's a fact.
when you die who will remember you surely not a random stranger
Your families will move on in life, maybe wont even think of you that day because they move on.
We "sad" people just sit in our self pity
wanting someone to look at us
we cry "Look at me!"
"please look at me! Look at me bleed, these tears of sadness."
Stop complaining get up and be yourself.
No one and i mean no one can determine your self worth.
So get up and stand with your war scars and stop shoving pain in other peoples faces.
You are all exceptionally beautiful, with beautiful insides and beautiful cases.
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Heart of Moss
PoesíaThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
