I feel like my mentality is the equivalent of elevators and stairs. I mean I am not the most mentally sound person. I gave many a breakdown. And by some ingenious way. I've come up with a metaphorical state of mentality. There is a building with 100 floors, the elevator is not working so you have to take the stairs, but somewhere near the top the elevator starts working again and you're so incredibly tired of walking up all those stairs that you try to take the fast way up, but the elevator only brings you back down to floor One before breaking down again, causing you to take the stairs bake up, the same process keeps repeating. Building up myself mentally takes some time (taking the stairs) there is no quick way up (not working elevator) but at some point in building myself up I get tired of doing it so I try to take the non existent way up (now working elevator) but instead I have a mental breakdown that brings me down faster than I got up, I repeat the same process, never reaching 100% okay. Maybe there isn't a 100th floor anymore maybe its been ripped away with the life of a loved One and more floors for many other reasons, making me unable to ever reach that top floor. I think if you're smart enough that is all I need to say, the rest you can probably figure out. Think about it.
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Life
PoetryThis is really just my feelings put into a bunch of poems. most of it is relvolved around a tradgedy that happened, where my best friend was hit by a semi and passed away. so many of these poems are about how life is too short. hope you enjoy!
