You ask me how I'm doing and you know I say I'm good.
When I'm messed up in the head, got a whole neighborhood
Of bad thoughts and negative vibes
And really, all I'm wishing for is to get off of this ride.
Because I'm sick and tired of trying to prove to others,
I'm sick and tired of having to play nice and move for others.
I say I'll put myself first, but plans fall through
And I only blame myself for trusting strangers, trusting you.
So, I isolate myself and cut off social interaction .
That's when my moral plummets and I need to take action
To put myself in a position back to where I was.
I mean, not even a month ago, I was happy, feeling buzzed;
Drunk off of positivity and high off of life
But now I'm only plummeting and reaching for the knife.
Self inflicting pain that shouldn't even be there.
If my pills are supposed to be working, why should I be here?
Here, in this negative state of mind.
I'm only praying for a better time.
Better, as in I'm not afraid of the dark,
I mean, I always have been, but damn it has left its mark.
I got a nightlight shining brighter than my future
And you should see my room, being dark is its biggest feature.
-ces
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Empty Expectations: A Collection of Poetry by Chloe Stadler
PoetryI've always referred to poetry to help me get out of a slump. Many people have asked me to make a collection of my poems. Here it is for those who want to read some of it! Let me know your favorites! Poetry written by Chloe Stadler. Do not plagiari...
