Disgusted by myself and everything I've done,
Lately life just hasn't been as fun
As it used to be.
I used to feel free.
Now I'm weighed down by all my decisions,
I'm bleeding out from all of the incisions
Laid across my skin, they dig into my bones.
They stick out bright, like traffic cones.
I'm not sure what to do,
I'm not sure exactly who,
Thought up this torture device
Called life, but it's actually vice.
It's a hell on earth that no one expects
But everyone goes through, except
For the ones that die too young,
And even the ones that were flung
From their high nests and their perches
And abandoned by their mothers, with their purses
Full of mints and promises, broken.
Something that is like a lost token
Sits upon your shoulders and reminds you:
Your potential was abandoned, too.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
