lately i have been feeling dread
it's like a hammer crushing my head
perhaps, i''m better off dead
my, my, when was the last time i felt glad?
perhaps i am ill, physically or mentally
or maybe i simply want to be freed
from the pressures of being 24
from the weariness of the future, unsure
maybe it's the drinking that's killing me
maybe it's the loneliness
the abject failure to comprehend
her beauty in that sundress
all those years ago,
or the advice my dad gave me
before i graduated college
life seems so absurd now
my friends feel so distant
and love makes me feel sorrow
time, hell of a thing.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
lately i have been feeling dread
it's like a hammer crushing my head
perhaps, i''m better off dead
my, my, when was the last time i felt glad?
perhaps i am ill, physically or mentally
or maybe i simply want to be freed
from the pressures of being 24
from the weariness of the future, unsure
maybe it's the drinking that's killing me
maybe it's the loneliness
the abject failure to comprehend
her beauty in that sundress
all those years ago,
or the advice my dad gave me
before i graduated college
life seems so absurd now
my friends feel so distant
and love makes me feel sorrow
time, hell of a thing.
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