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Losing Grip

Im losing grip

on what I want

who I want

and why I want it

My conscience's hand

is climbing a mountain

but its slipping

ever-weakening

Ive gone through many

Life experiences

only to find that

they are either

false or fake.

nothing is real anymore

nothing has substance

life is taking a turn

for the worst

and I don't know if my mind can hold on

Ive wanted this life for as long as i can remember.

but my mind is letting go

my heart cant stand

anymore pain

I have to find the good in the smallest things

while everyone else can find it wherever.

I got a girl that keeps me waiting

and Im a lonely boy

i have time for no one

because the man calls me

he says get your weak

lazy

*** off that chair and go to work

but only when we can afford you

when will it become the other way?

when will I start eating right again

when will I go to sleep at a reasonable hour

when will people stop ignoring me

and care for me as much as I care for them

when will this hole in my chest fill

Why is there a hole in my chest?!

People dont

genuinely care about you.

The "I dont give a **** people

are taking over

and the "Let me help you" people

are dying off

What happened to courtesy

what happened to respect.

most importantly what happened to communication

I am guilty of it too.

but nothing like the fools of my generation

im losing grip

on what i thought i was preparing myself for my whole life:

being a good person

its getting harder and harder

Im beginning to understand how people can go so crazy

how the world can bring you down so much

that all you want to do is destroy

destroy until one day all those pieces

magically reappear

even though you know they wont.

Im losing grip on how to live a real life.

On how to talk to people without using lol or ***

On how anyone in this world can afford to take care of themselves

let alone another person

Im losing grip on all the things i wanted to become

and things i wanted to do.

the fingers of my mind slipping off the cliff

falling

ever falling

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Sep 10, 2015
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