How can you stand there,
Saying that things will get better?
Saying that I can be fixed?
How can you stand there and lie to me?
You say that there will come a day
When I can look at this world and actually want to stay in it.
When I can look in the mirror and not see a monster
Staring back at me,
But you should know better.
Every day the world grows just a little bit darker,
Just a little bit scarier
Just a little bit heavier on my shoulders.
Every day people are killed.
Babies are sold.
Nature is burned.
The world is a horrible place.
A place that takes your soul,
and taints it with evil.
It will chew you up,
In a mouth full of fire,
Then spit you back out to watch you burn.
It takes joy in your pain,
In your heartbreak,
In your torment,
In your suffering.
It takes joy in your brokenness.
So don't stand there and say
"Things will get better",
"You will be happy some day".
Wake up!
How can I be fixed?
Tell me.
How can I be fixed, if the world I live in is so broken?
YOU ARE READING
Overthinking.
PoesíaThis is a book comprised of many kinds of poetry. I talk about topics that are kind of dark, kind of scary, but also very real.
