I would like to be the one that tells you
Everything is ok
But i hate to be the one to break it to you
But it's not
This world we live in
Is a living hell to some
And a dream land for others
And no it isn't fair
But guess what
Life doesn't care whats fair and what's not
Life will give someone a perfect life
Money, fame, love
And others get nothing
And some of us
More than we like to admit
Get something
That they feel like no one understands
A mental disorder,
A death to someone close,
pain..
Some worse that others
Some varying drastically but has the same name
And some don't even have names
And you just have to deal with that
Just like some people have to deal with my poetry
Because some people will say this isn't poetry
But do i give a fuck
No
I've been through hell
Not with a smile on my face
But with tears down my cheek
Trying to live for just one more week
But fighting is tiring
And my mind has this broken wiring
That told me to just end my suffering
That it wasn't worth me fighting
And i tried to lose my battle
But life rose me up on a saddle
And it said no
You don't get to run from me that easily
And i sat in that hospital bed and just thought
Why
Why didn't it work
Why was i still there
Why did i have to wake up
From my sweet sleep
That separate my body
From this day to day torcher
To my calm surreal mind
But i now years later realize
Its because that no matter what my mind tells me
That i can change it
To how i want it
That my calm surreal mind can become a part of reality
