We just dying to survive,
then survive to just die,
all the while we been dead
because life revolves around Lifeless things
like rent due and them expensive heels
that ain't no different
than a regular shoe.
Round and round we go,
we don't know,
and probably never will.
We just dying to survive,
then survive just to die,
do we ever really live,
or did we live our life
in womb when we
came to be,
just to die to survive
then survive just to die.
Round and round we go,
we don't know,
did we ever?
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
You have ten minutes to cry, eight minutes to whine, six to scream, four to wipe your tears, two to smile.
You have ten minutes to be weary, eight minutes to be unstable, six to pull yourself together, four to let go, two to smile.
You have ten minutes to hate them, eight to regret, six to mourn, four to smile, two to forgive.
It’s orthodox and maddening, but the time we have is short and limited. It takes one or two seconds to fall apart, minutes to pretend and a lifetime to heal.
Screaming at the top of your lungs, drowning on promises that are empty and words that mean less, it’s a wonder we even survive.
Breathe.
Exist.
Hearts and souls ripped out, crushed, stamped to death. It takes seconds to fall apart, minutes to pretend, lifetime to heal.
You have ten minutes to cry, eight to unstable, six to reflect, four to wipe your tears, two to smile,
One to forgive.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC