If I can't be strong
Even just for a day
If I can't get over the lies and the hate
If I can't be good enough for you
How will I ever believe I'm good enough for me?
How can I go on with my broken thoughts
In my broken mind
Powering a broken body
Stumbling through a broken world
Where all happiness comes at a cost and
All roads paved with good intentions lead to hell?
I'm shattered. I've crumbled
In and out of numbness.
I've become dust and I'm being blown about
With no hope of landing.
The only hope is to finally settle,
Or I'll be sucked up and spit out again and again.
Maybe eventually I'll just fade away.
Maybe everyone else is waiting for that day too...
Or maybe I'll fight my way out again,
Maybe I'll find the daylight.
But I won't touch it. You never touch it.
You don't wait for a sunset to admire you back,
I might as well just try, and burn.
I am icharus, and my wings are long past gone
I just haven't had the courage to fall.
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Economy of Love
HumorA group of sort of "Spoken word poems" meant to be read like you're listening to a dark comedy sketch, or a ted talk. Mostly a rant of thoughts I wanted to get off my chest.
