Somehow I am reminded of my life
Then I remember the past
And to think how did I turn sad?
From being happy as a little girl all of a sudden?
And I found out o was never happy
Then I found out more
My life is a snowglobe
You can't alter the past
All you can do is learn from it
Someday you want to go back
Then realize you can't, even if I wanted to
But my life is in fire and I can't escape it
Then a voice talks to me it tell me one of two things inside:
"Why are you breathing? You're not worth it. Take the knife plunge it into your heart and end your misey"
Two: "you're worth it, don't listen to anyone else but you"
It feels as though these voices are giving me mixed signals, things I cannot understand
My life is a snowglobe
Music is the escape of darkness
It reminds me "you're not alone"
The trees turn pitch black
Then dawn arrives
And you go it all again
My life is a snowglobe
Maybe I deserve being broken
Maybe I deserve this distress
Maybe I deserve being betrayed
Maybe I deserve being useless
Maybe I deserve being worthless
Maybe I deserve being abandoned
Maybe I deserve to be incomplete
Maybe I deserve being redundant
My life is a snowglobe
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My poetry Collection: Chapter 1 Colliding into Gracious Granted
PuisiRating: PG-13 The poems could have strong indications and subtle hints about tragedy, depression,death and among other things that may not be suitable to audiences younger than 13. Viewer discretion advised. This is poetry I wrote from a very long...
