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Popleocan May 23
I must work to recover.
I must recover to work.
I need both chicken and egg,
Yet neither come first.

I'm sick of being tired.
I'm tired of being sick.
I'm stuck at rock bottom.
And can't climb out of it
Popleocan May 21
Dying gives me life, but living will be the death of me.
Popleocan Mar 7
I don't want to die
I'd rather be a knight
Or a hero with a cape, and the power of flight.

I don't want to die
I'd rather have friends.
Arguments for which we could make amends.

I don't want to die
I'd rather be normal.
Wake up one morning without feeling horrible.

I don't want to die
I'd rather be free.
But only death obliged, she'll give that to me
Popleocan Dec 2018
I've always been a better fit,
As someone left inside a pit.
No rising hills of happiness,
With sparks of hope alight with bliss.

For inclines end at edging cliffs.
Beckoning my fall.
Sparks are starts to raging fires.
No skin unburnt at all.

I've always been a better fit,
As someone tossed inside a pit.
Hands on a shovel as i dig.
But never can I fall.
Popleocan Dec 2018
I'm a broken car.
It's too expensive to fix me.
Buy another.
Popleocan Nov 2018
I lay longingly in the mud,
Wishing you would kick me.
Stab my chest, slit my wrists
Then patch me up so simply.

Set a fire to my scalp.
Tie a noose and choke me out.
So maybe with all that hate.
I could learn to love myself.

Bleach and burn my **** skin.
Drown me but let me breathe again.
So I can feel all the pain.
Each and every little thing.

All I ever want to be.
Is as important as an enemy.

Hated, berated, beaten, destroyed.
Love is something rarely enjoyed.
But better it is to be someone despised.
Than someone seen by no one's eyes.

If you won't love me, if you won't care.
I'll not fall into despair.
I'll foster hate from you to me.
I'll become your enemy.
Popleocan Nov 2018
Who is right?
Me or my mind?
The voice that says live,
Or the one that says why?

Who is right?
Me? My mind?
Am I the reason i'm alone?
Or are others unkind?

Who is right?
My mind I must say.
My thoughts make up who i am today.
But also those thoughts,
They lead me astray.
Fostering failures and breeding decay.

Who is right?
Me or my mind?
What is difference?
Where is the line.

Who is right?
There's no way to know.
I should ask others.
But I'm all alone.

Who is right?
Me or my mind?
Regardless, the saddest,
Wins every time.
I can drive away even people who say they can't be pushed away. I must truly be the next level of worthless garbage to be this unwanted.
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