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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2162552
Just some poem
It's getting harder for me to see what people want me to be
It's just me being me
Is that too much for people?
For me to simple be me?
You have loved yourself and no one else
With a broken life what's left inside
Like the bottom of bottom
We keep getting caught in the middle
With our dreams and passion lost in the skies.
But with gravity that pulls you into this world
Into this world on fire from the millions that are fed up
Because billions of civilians are dying for trillions of dollars
So with a world with no hope you gave a speech to reach our goals
You preach that the streets are bleached with blood
To teach the younger generation in a broke down nation
That the situation that is faced with us is nothing but dark places
That leaves us in spaces that leaves cold and alone
But i can see the truth with these glass eyes
And I’m think that once the seasons come and go
There isn’t any reasons for me to stay
Even after the treason you have performed
Saying that you didn’t mean it or it was a accident
But the true accident here is that I trusted you and you abuse that trust
So you look to me to find the truth but the truth is
everybody you look up to is really as fucked up as you
And as my body lays here with these broken lies
I know you may think that you can fix this
Don’t even try ever since you tried to help you made it worse
You made this incident into a massacre
Now everybody pays but nobody really know the price
The innocent can cry without the guilty getting hurt
And you ask who you love,
And you don’t know
No
Do you?
So once the dust starts to settle
You look for the lust that might be left
But the only thing that's left is our rusted heart
That's ready to burst with emotions and unattached affection
With the ocean crashing at your door leaving you more scared than before
You hit the floor to escape these nightmares and dark thoughts
But little did you know without these dark thoughts you are less than man
So if you want to know what's it like to fly you have to buy yourself a pretty life
But if you want to live before you die you have to sell yourself a pretty life
The thought of you having a better life leaves you in pain since you know you don’t deserve it
But you know you can easily make a better life for yourself so you get jealous
Over the people that can actually make a better life for themselves instead of making a better one
You feel like your trap in a nightmare but once you wake up you question if you are even alive
You wonder where the truth is in all the lies that life has ever told you
And you wonder if after everything has happened will anybody ever hold you again
But these empty eyes staring at you were twisted by design
Because they remember every story and every inch between the lonely
So now you are letting go of your hopes and passion so you can just keep your sanity
With desperate intentions you took some medication to produce a medicated smile with description
All to just keep your sanity but the sanity is gone just like a fantasy while gravity pulls you back into reality
You entertain yourself to eliminate the loneliness inside to provide for the happiness you desperately need
But tonight you might be right despite that you have your whole life to live in the light but this disease
Keeps you coming back for more and more while you have nowhere left to crawl
In this lonely world you wonder if you are the last one here or the last one to fall

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