Each morning feels slightly different from the last
But for some reason each through today mine brings me to the past
And I can't find the right words to describe what I mean
But it's like going to get new glasses but nothing new was ever seen
I tried my best to make out what it could entail
Truly hard in practice and I knew that I would fail
I still fail everyday that I'm alive
and it makes sense that the Devil tries his best to make me die
Though I know I'm stronger than that need burning deep in my heart
So long as I'm staying sane then I know I'm playing my part
Each day there's something new that makes want to leave through the door
No matter how happy I am it seems I can't do this anymore
It's like I'm picking and choosing and then the tears start to pour
Each angry emotion I feel only brings thoughts to more gore
But my eyes have cried enough and I'm starting to get sore
I want to get rid of the pain emanating through my soul
Fuck the presents I know Santa's giving me the coal
And part of me knows that being a piece of shit was the goal
So I can get up and leave whenever I want to walk through that door
But the more I stay, I'm not really sure anymore.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
