We are given life generously,
But we abuse our existence,
We care not for ourselves,
And we care little for others.
Our hearts bleed red,
But our minds pour green.
If you needed an arm tonight,
I'd slice mine off for you now,
And I won't even bow.
Its not an act of sympathy,
Its a show of courage,
What little left that I have.
I want to bleed dark blue,
And wonder who planned me out,
So I'll shout these words,
Until I get a goddamn answer.
If I'm never answered,
Well then I'll lay here,
Rot in my own worn out shoes,
And die next to someone who cares,
way more about me,
Than I care about myself.
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Things That Keep You Up At Night
PoetryPoetry written at dark times in my life. Most of this poetry is about family, ex girlfriends, old friends, and my own mistakes and feelings. Before reading this volume set, I strongly advise you to turn away if you are currently suffering from depre...
