20 Dec 2014
Because I'm bleeding and crying. Bruising and lying.
Gasping for air in a room without any.
You can't see it or feel it.
But the crumbling is deep within me where nobody can see I'm dying.
Not in a literal sense but one of perspective.
Things that are normal seem like too much effort and sometimes I don't want to get out if bed.
What's there to do?
What's there to see?
When the end is a locked door without the key.
Nobody will care, no one does.
I'm drowning in deep dark water out at sea.
I want to run and cry and scream.
Why does everyone give up on me?
There's a moment of silence before the storm.
But it's hard to know when you had it good because the hurricane never stops.
There's no way of telling who your meant to be.
You've got to keep going and moving hoping one day you'll see.
This labyrinth is inescapable.
Only few know the exit.
All of them are too dead to be available to tell me the secret.
What's there to do?
What's there to see?
When the end is a gunman on a killing spree.
Nobody will care, no one does.
I'm drowning in my desire to leave, this hell city.
I want to run and cry and scream.
Why does everyone always give up on me?
I try harder to prove them wrong.
When the hard work pays off;
I'll be the one they didn't expect to fight for so long.
There's no point in lying I want to win the game.
There's no point in playing.
It's like dancing in a flame.
I want to feel what it's like to live.
I want to cry for the right reasons.
What's there to do?
What's there to see?
I've got to knock down the door or find the key.
I will defiantly care, I already do.
I'll flag down a boat and escape the consuming dark blue.
What's there to do?
What's there to see?
I'll take down the gunman on his bloody spree.
I will defiantly care, I already do.
I'll get in the car and leave this place without leaving a clue.
I will get through it and live and laugh.
Why did I used to give up on myself?
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
