try to untangle the mess
a net of broken bones
it's killing you, the stress
all the melancholic tunes
try to write something with a happy ending
for once, you lie with a pen
the melancholic tune again you sing
the men of fire, the fire of men (there are no happy endings)
try to win
but you can't find it
not victory, but your will to win, is a sin
comfortable in your filth, your pit
try to fly high
but your wings can't
the sky's touching you but you can't touch the sky
broken too many times, too many places, but this is no rant
try to love someone
something. but it's so hard
if you pretend to, all you'll ever do is run
you didn't make this. or did you? because the wall, yes, it is hard
try to remain broken
cause maybe you like it now
you're irreparable, just for now, when?
help yourself. how?
try to live today
because the tomorrow will always wait but never arrive
there's really no other day
every tomorrow works hard to be today, truly they strive
try to live
breathe in and out, eat, talk, smile(maybe not), smoke, make love, hurt or get hurt
the people that kill themselves are truly naive
the world would've done it for them, fraction of their effort
try to just survive
because trust me, it gets better
life is nosedive and then again a nosedive
and then a peak
In one lifetime, a lifetime of both sweet and bitter
try to fall down
but you can't anymore
this is it, the Lonely™ town
you've hit rock bottom, the deepest floor
try to feel
all the things; savour them
it will heal
you; help him
try to try
and then maybe you'll know why
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.