This is bitter luck that never turns out alright.
This day is a little screwed up, and I bleed the same.
If I hurt then it’s not the best for anyone.
If your alright, then I won’t be fine.
I’m feeling nothing on this shattered outside.
If your cut, then I’ll bleed so deep.
I could use these new scars.
I could bleed so much for us.
I’m in my most highest state of mind.
I’m in the weakest state of health.
When I’m yelling at myself.
With nothing much to say.
I can change my ugly ways,
But I don’t know if I could believe again.
Only when I’m at my worst.
Is when I fall to the ground.
I can shut my eyes,
And never see again.
Because I’m tired of looking at these horrible things.
I’m still trapped in this violence called my reckless life.
I now know that you always let me down, and now I know I’m going down.
It hurts to notice the good days because there are very few of them left.
I was put on this world to hurt from my head to my toes.
I was faced with these troubled thoughts and they won’t go away.
I hurt so much nothing can make this go away.
One of these days I’m going to slip into the darkness and I won’t ever come back.
One of these days I’m going to fall into the sea and nobody is going to be there for me.
One of these days I’m going to drown and not a single person is going to care how.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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