I tried to tilt my head up, but my world turns upside down
Unable to decide it's emotion
Because it's the hardest to turn it around
My mind is in a frenzy
A state of self-destruction and hate
All the while loathing myself for the things I say
As if my happiness was a price I had to pay
For the crime of living, thinking, and breathing in this day and age
I did nothing to deserve this pain
But as if I asked to live
To be brought to life, depressed anxious and insane
•~•~•~•~
Dying is easy, young man
Living is harder
•<HAMILTON REFERENCE> •
Soz
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Colors
PoetryThis is a book in which I color your world. Most likely with blue, in which I take the saddest poems I've ever written and give them to you. Maybe with wonder since the meaning is up to you, maybe with shock after you see what's in store and maybe...
