My heart pounds against my chest
Conflicted with the thoughts in my head
Questions
It's question after question
Why can't you let go of the past?
Why can't you feel like other people?
Why can you feel for people?
Why do you gotta take everything so serious?
Why do you have to drink?
Why cant you be normal?
Why can't you be enough?
Why the fuck can't you like yourself?
Why?
My head should be exploding right now from all these questions
My heart should be exploding right now from all the ache in my body
My throats feels 6 feet under water
Why think about tomorrow
When I could be drowning in my own sorrow
My head is weighed down
By this heavy crown
A crown of thorns
Slowly replaced by horns
I don't believe in heaven or hell
But some done know me that well
Angel to some demon to others
But still can keep a lover
If god is real Like they say
He would want me some other way
But I don't change for anyone but myself
And you can ask anyone else
Who needs god anyhow
Only got myself now
(This really sucks btw just a small vent ig)
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Rhythm And Poetry
PoetryEnjoy some of my manic/sad writings They're kinda shit but it's okay
