I swear I'm constantly reminded of my past
When I was just a young fuck trying to make shit last
It's like dealing with a rash
But it never ends and you scratch too hard to leave a gash
But I'm just saying
The past isn't what's paving
The road into the future
It's too soon to
Recognize that these ships don't have too much relation
I've been trying to climb elevation
But I'm weighed down from when I was 5 years younger
And I took a plunder
Fuck it
I might just drop from a bucket
And have you put a picture of my face in a lock it
It's a bit grim
And my patience these days wears so fucking thin
And the lights in my room glow dim
So they can't see the tears falling down my face
Or the blood off my wrists making my heart race
The past haunts me and Its trying to make me place
Lower than those im on par with
Im trying to truly make the shift
But ultimately the gun is pressed against my skull
Because the knife I used ended up being too dull
So I'll wait until midnight strikes to blow my brains
Maybe this times it trains you
But I don't really know how to run anymore
And I lost the key to my locked door
So I guess I'm just gonna sit with my past
And don't call me anymore or text me because my life wasn't meant to last.
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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.
