I sit here. In my ordinary room. In a ordinary house, with my ordinary life.
I go to my normal school, talk to my normal friends and eat my normal food.
I'm killing myself with ordinary booze,
Rotting my lungs with ordinary smoke.
I sit here with desire. We walk side to side. I've known her my whole ordinary life.
And when the night comes and everything is asleep. My mind turns and spins aching for relief.
I tell lies just to feed the fires. I ruin myself just so I feel a change. I burn down reality just to have a chance.
A chance to escape, to unleash my primal needs. Of a life that brings me to my knees.
A self preservitory mind with a body aching for destruction
Oh, what an ironic construction.
I crave greatness while I sip the cup of mediocrity. I bleed for adventure while living in routine.
What a sad little girl stuck in a body of a fighter, built for war but stuck in peace.
I crave something more than those silly social norms, I spit and curse at societal constructs and yet I play the role of a perfect compliant.
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The Adventures Of A Wondering Heart
PoetryThis is a book containing the poems/things I write at 4am. This is my own form of therapy, my place for unfiltered self expression. And if for whatever reason someone reads it and enjoys it, it's my own way of saying that you're not alone. So enjoy.
