my life is one big giant kerfuffle.
it's a mess, and it's ridiculous
like a busy street in a big city.
like a million vultures all prying at the same meal.
it's irrelevant.
scribbles on paper, a jumbled mess.
like random letters forming nothing on the page.
like alphabet soup.
how can you fix something this messed up?
an eraser? i need a do-over.
i wish i could have a do-over.
maybe then i'd do things right
maybe my life wouldn't be chaos,
maybe my life wouldn't be pointless.
then it would be different, new, and right.
going in the right direction, forward,
instead of constantly going in the wrong direction, backward.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
