"My grip is loose,
My heart crushed,
Everything feels heavy.
Drowning, no wait, this isn't quite as peaceful.
Fighting a war that's already been lost,
Taking a leap of faith only to fall into a world of nothing.
Surrounded by words, letters and numbers, only to lose them.
Writing because that's keeping what's left together.
Reminiscing of a time where problems didn't exist, only play pretend.
Trying to leave a mark only to realize that nobody will be here to care.
All these kids take what they have for granted and have no appreciation of the things left of the past.
Too concerned with now, the present where all that happens is people fucking up others lives.
Too self-centered to care about who they hurt, too worried about themselves to realize that the rejects need someone to care for them when no one else can.
Fighting temptation everyday, oh how it would be so easy to just leave it all behind, telling nobody because you're too worried about how someone else will feel.
This world takes good people and rips them to shreds until there's nothing but cold and shallow emptiness left. We live in a world where the most important person is nobody but ourselves. A world where those who refuse to change get stuck in time and those who do change never really make it past 29.
The forgotten, the rejected, the mistreated, the self-centered and even the good make up what is left of this world. These people started the world and they'll be the ones to end it. When everything is quiet all that will be left is the silent screams of all those who face self realization and the relief of those who remained.
YOU ARE READING
A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
