I don't know where to go from here
Because the pain is the only thing that's clear
It clouds my vision
Hinders my mission
And none of my wishes are coming true
If not me then who
Is getting granted all these things
It's not as if I'm asking for everything
And I don't know why it always hurts
Or why I'm always thrown to the dirt
I don't know much at all
I don't know why I throw up these walls
Or which way I should walk these halls
Or how to stand proud and tall
When all I do seems to be wrong
It's getting harder and harder to be strong
I want a break
From making mistakes
So I try to be fake
Cuz that's what it takes
And every morning
Until the end of the night
In all my waking moments
I kind of hope to die
And it's morbid
And sad
And a little bit selfish
Because oh, forbid
I be so bad
And make such a wish
But when my wishes for good
And love and all that
Never come true
This is where I end up at
And I keep traveling back
Along that same beaten track
Trying to cling to hope
But when I look down I see only a rope
And it's tied in a loop
And I know what it's for
It's my personal noose
For when I can't take it anymore
So I wrap it around
And take the other end
And make my feet pound
Make myself keep going again
And I pull
And I tug
And I crawl
And I slug
And it's hard
But it's worth it
I've come too far
To stop going
And I wish
I wish
I wish
Once again
For the strength
To make it to the end
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
