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my poem about the toying world around me |
My idiotic mistakes that only I notice, but heart sees the eyes that are not watching. My craving reaches to a point that I can barely hold on. One slip can lead me down a path of failure and expensises I cannot pay. My urges make me this way, my frail existence on this world is not for nothing, but what is holding me back is everything. Wrapping my mind around the peace and standing up for what I belief to be true is harder then wrapping my heart around what I want and what I want to belief is true. Around me people smile and laugh, they come together for the sake of coming together yet I journey into the unknown of my own my mind where I cannot think straight and this quest for the right knowledge to go by is never going to end. i am in this maze where every corner is a dead end and every friend went there seperate ways, I try to follow and yet go my own way at the same time, it all ends in a clash between my two worlds. No sense of purpose but the purpose to serve another. To clean and to be judged through all my profanities and the messes I have made. It is all just the beginning; war, addictions, and depression is just the beginning. I can't take this much longer, the feeling is overwhelming. Lonieness and discomfort is what is see reflecting in my most loved ones eyes as I stare blankly at them, Realization speaks to me when I walk down the school hallway alone. Interrupting laughter and the haunting footsteps follow me where ever I go. I could walk a thousand miles and not escape this feeling. The piercing pain in my throat as I swallow my tears which expand into so much more then dieing butterflies in my stomach. |