12 May 2015
I'm tired.
Stop torturing me.
The voices and chaos aren't in my head but coming out of your mouth.
It's a battle and you say I only look after myself.
Well in war, a bullet that doesn't hit you doesn't hurt you, even if it hits someone infront or behind you it doesn't directly hurt you.
So it's common sense to dodge the grenades and bullets that someone is showering me with.
That someone is somebody who shouldn't.
I'm sick of you making me feel bad for looking after myself.
Humans do it because who else will look after them?
We are just ghosts trapped in rotting bodies and when you realise that this vessel of life won't last is the day you will be more accepting and compassionate.
Home is just a place.
But where is home when the worlds so big and my house is full of yelling.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
