Tonight, the hardest thing to do is goodbyes,
Any other night I would have a different answer every time,
It makes you realize,
How much you've been lying to yourself, saying you're fine,
How much you let yourself unwind,
Now you can't even find,
Yourself being moderately kind,
You feel sour,
With absolutely no power,
To fix this, fix that,
Here and there, little spats,
You might as well live with cats,
The goodbye is near,
And you need your mind very clear,
So you don't severe,
You situation,
Of making this creation,
The monster, that is yourself,
You can't even recognize your own lies,
What is real?
How do I feel?
Can't I just fall and peel?
Like old wallpaper in a house,
To be forgotten,
Tiny as a mouse,
Shrinking, into me,
So I don't have to see.
What I apparently, am meant to be
A damaged good,
Even though, I really should,
Be better, but I never would,
Six feet under,
As I plunder,
Even dead, I wonder,
I should've been a little smarter,
To heed the signs,
Instead I'm resigned,
To endless darkness,
And even then I'm just a carcass.
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
