Am I justified for my suffering When I live with people Who have suffered through more They have greater pain than me They know the true definition of pain Of lonely Of heartbreak Of disappointment Of depression My pain is nothing compared to theirs Am I justified for my so called suffering
I’m beat The heat But Can’t complain Beats the rain Feeling drained I’m zapped I need ice That would be nice And To chill Literally at will But that sun is hot The air is steamy warm Just like in Mexico When we used to go! But at least there They had storms ThT clear the air! So I’ll jump in the jacuzzi When I’m not feeling so woozy!
do you ever look to the sky and envision your last good bye?
do you ever just look to depths above and picture the end of love?
do you ever flirt with ideas and wish the truth existed in tiers?
i wonder where my body resides when i die will it be up in that same alleged heavenly sky? or will i be ash particles or will i be washed away at sea or will i be surrounded by soil
regardless of wherever i lay the real question is whether above, in ashes, in the ground or at sea will i be at peace? will i finally be free to be me?