(For my friends who are sad)
Hey hey did you know
That your life is just a show
And you're surrounded by mcguffins
And overused tropes
Hey hey did you know
What you do not have a hope
Cos this was written long ago
By a man who didn't know
How to feel.
'Nothings real' she said.
No one seems to know where the ducks and geese go when central park pond freezes over.
And maybe growing up is just learning to forget that you haven't found the answers anywhere yet.
Who the hell told you that life worth could be quantified
By digits on a scale or hands between your thighs
Who the hell told you, you have anything to prove
Life's not a fucking game there's no prize to win or loose
I just need you to listen though I had too much to drink
And I'm scared I might be slurring but you can't trust what you think
Sometimes
I don't know why your brain would trick you
Or who fed it evil lies
But you'll keep on killing spiders until you're dancing with the flies.
You can tell me about your parents
How you think that they're to blame
For the monster in your closet
and the monster in your brain
How you don't know why you keep on listening
To the songs that make you sad
Their clinical opinion: self distruction's the new fad
You know I asked everybody. Screamed it loud in my own head.
You called him a martyr for the romance
But the correct term is dead.
YOU ARE READING
The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
