But I am clueless… because you have given me no clue on what to do and I feel worthless
But quotes and books tell me to be hopeful, but you aren’t here so hope is gone so how do I cope?
Because when you are gone, it feels so wrong, and I just don’t want to go on
And the pain goes on and on and on and on until I struggle to breathe and I choke
I choke on all this pain I’m been given because to them it’s just a joke
Because my mom is alive, my dad is alive, my sisters, my cousins, my family, they’re all alive
You see, to you, I haven't’ seen struggle, not like the others, my dad left me as a kid, but I still have my mother
My mom doesn’t know about the pain, none of my family knows about me being in this game of life, but not knowing how to play
But people have different sizes, types, and kinds of struggle because of our different perspective because I see a 3 and you see an E
I can see a stick in the grown and you can see a tree, I can see an S and you can see a snake, but that doesn’t mean my answers are fake
There are so many ways to interpret words, sayings, things, beings, the world,
Impossible says I’m possible, can’t, take away the “t” and says can
You see I go on and on about my pain and how I am one and alone and others don’t believe me
That doesn’t mean when I talk about this pain I have, it’s not true, but it is okay because you don’t want to deceive me
I will never give up because that one person I want to believe me, is you
I will forever try to find a word for us... two.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
But I am clueless… because you have given me no clue on what to do and I feel worthless
But quotes and books tell me to be hopeful, but you aren’t here so hope is gone so how do I cope?
Because when you are gone, it feels so wrong, and I just don’t want to go on
And the pain goes on and on and on and on until I struggle to breathe and I choke
I choke on all this pain I’m been given because to them it’s just a joke
Because my mom is alive, my dad is alive, my sisters, my cousins, my family, they’re all alive
You see, to you, I haven't’ seen struggle, not like the others, my dad left me as a kid, but I still have my mother
My mom doesn’t know about the pain, none of my family knows about me being in this game of life, but not knowing how to play
But people have different sizes, types, and kinds of struggle because of our different perspective because I see a 3 and you see an E
I can see a stick in the grown and you can see a tree, I can see an S and you can see a snake, but that doesn’t mean my answers are fake
There are so many ways to interpret words, sayings, things, beings, the world,
Impossible says I’m possible, can’t, take away the “t” and says can
You see I go on and on about my pain and how I am one and alone and others don’t believe me
That doesn’t mean when I talk about this pain I have, it’s not true, but it is okay because you don’t want to deceive me
I will never give up because that one person I want to believe me, is you
I will forever try to find a word for us... two.
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