There's a constant need to break the boundary
Lost amid the ruins of a life spent lazily
I wonder when this hole inside my heart will be completed
But I think that my time alive has depleted
I've repeated that line in many different ways
But I think it's time that my soul finally pays
I think I want to die to save myself from this regression
But there's somehow always need to propel a progression
No matter what state that is progressive
I've always been that one who was overly protective
Despite my fate and constant failure to recognize
That in every scenario I'm the one who dies
Isn't that a funny way to tell a joke
Even though I tell it there's still a choke
And yet here I am sitting among the empty lies
I have to get through all of the nihilist sighs
I feel like I've given this impression
That I don't have any depression
Maybe not but this isn't a confession.
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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.
